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But real talk, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just walkin’ up and done. Nah, it’s a dance—gotta read the room, feel the energy. Like Boonmee says, “Time bends, souls twist!”—you gotta catch her vibe, not just throw cash and dip. I’m thinkin’, *am I her past life lover or just another john?* Ha! Prolly overthinkin’ it, but that’s me—dramatic as fuck. Surprised me how chill she was, tho—thought she’d be all jaded, but nah, she’s glowin’, tellin’ me ‘bout her cat named Mango. A cat! I’m dead.

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I gotta say, runnin’ a massage joint here gives ya a front seat view. I see every fuckin’ secret, every whispered confession. Clients let their guard down and trust you with their souls, all while I’m just tryin’ to ease their tension before the world gets too heavy. And ya know what? It’s kinda poetic. Like when the movie goes, “All is loss, yet all is beauty,” I hear that every day on Bedford Ave.

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