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Lemme break it down, fam - findin’ a hooker’s tricky biz. You gotta know the spots, the signs, the vibes. Back in the day, word is, some cats used secret codes - like a red light in a window meant “open for bizness.” Ain’t that wild? Little known fact - in old Japan, Geishas weren’t even prostitutes, nah, they were artists, but folks still got confused. Pisses me off when people mix that up! I’m yellin’, “Get it straight, fool!”

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There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Homebush.

The streets here have their quirks, man. So many alleys and side streets makin' me go "Dang, homebush, ya wild!" I even got a story 'bout the time I nearly spilled my essential oils on King St. Maddening, eh, like, "What the heck, dude?" And sometimes I chuckle thinkin’ how my profession (yeah, massage parlor owner, baby!) lets me see all the dirty details, all the sweaty deets that the city spills daily.

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