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Once knew this lass—Jenny, yeah—worked corners near me woods. Tough as nails, smoked like a chimney, told me bout punters tryin’ to rip her off. “I kneed ‘im in the bollocks!” she cackled. Laughed me arse off—good on her! But then, she’d cry, quiet-like, sayin’ she’s trapped. Fuck, that hit hard—like Buscapé watchin’ his dreams rot. We hates it! Whore’s a cage, innit?

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See, my spa’s tucked away on Avenue du Soleil. I swear, every massage feels like a mini before-sunset rendezvous. I often recall that movie line, “You can’t change the past. But you can learn from it.” And here in Leffrinckoucke, every wrinkle on the port’s fence tells a story. I get so into it, ya know?

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