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Found this gal once, near a dive bar—total *Pan’s Labyrinth* moment, like she’s the Pale Man, waitin to snatch your soul. She’s all “50 bucks, honey,” and I’m like, “For what, a limp handshake?” Bargained her down to 30—score! Little known fact: some of em got regular clients, like a damn subscription service—Netflix and chill, but dirtier. Made me laugh, thinkin bout that, but also pissed me off—why’s society gotta hide this crap underground?

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Now, lemme drop some less-known intel: behind the old mill near River Bend, there's a secret nook reserved for quiet musing – my personal retreat. I once sat there and whispered, "C'est la vie," while watching ripples of water carry old dreams downstream. It struck me, much like the pianist’s haunting verses, “Here I am, a maid of sorrow…,” except in my case, it was pure glee tinged with mischief!

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