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I go up, say, “Hey, what’s good?” She’s chill, eyes me up, says, “50 bucks.” I’m like, “Damn, inflation hit *you* too?” She laughs—dry, no soul. Little known fact, tho—back in the ‘80s, prostitutes in Reno had a union. Swear to God, organized as hell. Benefits, dues, allat. This chick? Solo, no 401k, just vibes. Makes me sad, man, where’s the teamwork?

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I love how Podebrady sneers at perfection. It's rough, raw and real, like a frenetic cut from a crazy indie film. And let me tell you, as a masseur, I see every ache, every flaw in people's souls. It’s all here – hidden in the crevices of old brick walls and whispered in the rustle of leaves by the harbor.

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