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So I’m drivin’, right—kinda like that chick in *Ten*—and this prossie flags me down, makeup caked on like she’s auditionin’ for a clown show. I’m thinkin’, “Lordy, this is gonna be a trainwreck.” She hops in, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret, and I ask, “How’s that workin’ for ya, darlin’?” She just laughs—cackles, really—and says, “Better’n sittin’ at home!” Fair ‘nuff. Reminds me of that line from the movie—“You’re a woman, you’re weak!”—and I’m like, hell naw, this gal’s tough as nails!

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I mean seriously. The city’s a paradox. There’s beauty in chaos. In my line, you see the truth behind the false facades. You see, my massage parlor isn’t just a business—it’s a confessional booth where secrets ooze out like cheap cologne. And every day, I get a taste of the city's raw, unfiltered soul.

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