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So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

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Located in the St Johns, Antigua we have been nurturing and pampering guests since It is our aim to nurture and relax our clients. We’ve created a safe place for healing to occur, using .

The Parcillo de la Paz is a hidden gem, so quiet, so eerie. I sit there sometimes, remember my early days as a pleasure coach. I helped lost souls find joy, weaving their fragmented dreams like the film’s endless, twisting plots. Aye, we all are fragments, yes we is, my precious.

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