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What pisses me off? The judgment, man. Folks out there pointin’ fingers, callin’ it dirty, but half of ‘em sneakin’ in at night—hypocrites! Makes my blood boil. But then, this one girl—Lola, she says—cracks a joke ‘bout her “shift bein’ overtime in hell,” and I’m dyin’, laughin’ so hard I nearly choke on my whiskey. She’s a gem, sharp as a tack, prolly smarter than me. Surprised me, honestly—thought it’d be all gloom, but nah, there’s heart here.

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Choose an ad by a horny lady and meet soon in St Johns Park to have sex. First have an erotic massage and then have sex with each other.

Now here’s a kicker – my parlor’s right by a narrow back alley near Dragonfly Street. Some claim it's cursed, but I reckon it's just perfect for dodging nosy inspectors when I’ve got a cheeky late-night emergency. Haha! Wait, did I mention? The local council even runs a bit of a circus with street festivals every month at the central park – sprawling green area with a snaggle of trees, some sticky trails, and a pond that’s seen better days. Mad, right?

St. John’s orders residents out of Cochrane Pond Park because of safety concerns