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What pisses me off? Fakes! Catfish pics—glam shots, then bam, someone’s auntie arrives. “This is not my handwriting!” I yell, slamming the table. Happy? When they’re pros—punctual, sassy, no BS. Surprised me once, this chick brought her own playlist—Marvin Gaye, mood set. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I swear one quoted Nietzsche mid-session—brainy hooker, who knew?

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Besides music, you could also find women prostituting themselves in these joints. Also, both subcultures, whores and sailors, were considered.

I ain't lyin’ when I say the local diner on 7th Street is the cat’s pajamas. They serve the best biscuits, and I swear, they calm my tired bones after a long day of kneadin’ knots in my clients. Sometimes, when I'm massagin' away out back, I overhear locals spillin’ secrets—they don't trust no one else, just like me with my shortcuts on a long shift.

Project Snapshot: New townhomes rising near Chamberlayne-Azalea crossroads