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But then—shit—ya got the dark side. Pisses me off big time. Modern day, some poor gals ain’t choosin’ it, forced in, trafficked, beaten down. That’s not greed, that’s filth—makes my blood boil. *Caché* vibes again—“I’m watching you,” right? Someone’s always watchin’, judgin’, hidin’ the truth. Haneke’d get it—whores ain’t just bodies, they’re stories, messy ones. Ever hear ‘bout the Parisian courtesans? 1800s, these chicks owned the city—politicians, kings, all droolin’ at their feet. One, La Païva, built a mansion off her “work”—marble, gold, the works. Greed is good, baby, she lived it!

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Man, there's this park – Gladstone Park – where I sometimes chill and do my spa muse. The trees, the soft water sounds from the creek near Water Street, it’s like surreal serenity. And I'm thinkin', "Remember, 'the dream is collapsing!'" – like that line from Requiem for a Dream, right? It hits ya, hi-ho! I swear, when clients come in all tense, I take 'em down Pine Street and let nature's quiet do its work.

Missing Lincolnton man returns home