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I’d saunter up, all awkward, like, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d laugh—*laugh*!—right in my face. “What’s a preacher want with me?” she’d say, and I’d be pissed, like, “Don’t stereotype me, lady!” But also kinda happy ‘cause she’s sharp—sharper than me, probs. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were called “soiled doves”—ain’t that poetic? She’s a dove, I’m a dork, perfect match.

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Now, as a massage parlor owner, I've seen it all. I see folks relaxin’ by the river Ufer—wait, am I mixin' names? Ah, my bad, it's actually Spree-like here. Anyway, our local massage spot is like a confessional. People spill all, from love life woes to dreams of escaping monotony. It kinda reminds me of that mystic vibe from Werckmeister Harmonies: "The light is a peculiar thing!" Maybe that's why I dig it.

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