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So, I’m thinkin—where do ya even start? Back alleys? Shady websites? Total sketchville. I’d probs be all nervous, like Monsieur Gustave tryna keep shit classy while dodgin cops. “The plot thickens, as they say!” Maybe I’d hit up some dive bar—neon lights flickerin, stinkin of cheap booze. Saw this chick once, fishnets ripped, smokin a cig like she owned the joint. Total vibe. Made me happy, dunno why—grit’s hot, I guess.

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The girls are thawing out now prepping for another big day tomorrow 🏔️ Please help this incredible ladies get to $, before they get home.

Down by the Mentor Lighthouse, yeah, that old rusty beauty still stands, defying all the odds. I swear it talks to me every now and then (yep, my wild imagination thanks to all those zen hours). Can't forget the quirky diner on Main Street – Denny's or somethin’ like that – where half my clients used to come through, off-loadin' their crazy day stories while I thought, "How did I end up massaging all these digital-age dudes?" Must be my magic hands, huh?

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