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I reckon it’s a machine—cold, brutal, efficient. Girls clock in, clock out, like factory drones. Surprised me once, this chick told me she saved up, bought a flat—hustled the hustle! Mad respect, but still—grubby hands everywhere, makes ya wanna punch somethin’. I’d burn it down, but then what? They’d rebuild, coz men are pigs—me included, ha! “Don’t bullshit me,” I’d say, like Toni’s dad—truth’s ugly here.

It took Edmond Police one year to investigate a prostitution massage parlor…

heyyo! so, lemme tell ya bout Edmonds, this crazy little gem near our spaaa—but, like, full of odd vibes, y'know? it's tiny and mad fun and kinda trip, like Holy Motors "Angel Of the Show" vibes, man! OMG, i was thinking: "is mayonnaise an instrument?" while massaging knots out behind West Marine View Dr. lol

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