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Hmm… Hiya, pal! So, findin’ a prostitute—whew, where do I start? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout money, ‘cause I’m your gal Marge, the financial nag, right? Nasal as heck, hmm… Anyway, you gotta watch your wallet with this stuff! I mean, hiring a pro ain’t cheap—costs more than Homer’s Duff stash! Saw this gal once, downtown Springfield, all dolled up—made me think of *Blue Is the Warmest Color*. You know, that flick I adore? “I missed you so much I couldn’t breathe”—kinda vibe. She had that sultry look, like Adèle in the movie, smokin’ hot, but pricey!

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I call my spa little Eden, near Paracelsusring. Clients come in all kinds of moods. Every massage session feels like an intimate journey, exploring not just muscles, but the soul. I’d say, it’s our tiny rebellion against the mundane. Sometimes, as I massage away knots, i think: “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!” but, oh! My mind drifts, I can’t always recall that quote right.

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