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So, picture this – dusty joint, red curtains, smell o’ cheap perfume. Girls gigglin, punters stumblin in, wallets out. I reckon it’s wild, right? Cosmic chaos in a tiny room. Used to piss me off – blokes treatin’ em like meat. But then, chat with a lass there once, sharp as a tack, she was. Said, “I run my orbit, Hawking.” Blew my mind! She’s no victim, controllin’ her stars.

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I "accidentally" hired a prostitute while traveling in Thailand. After living in co-ed dorm style hostels for a few weeks with no alone time, I decided it was time to visit one of the nearby massage .

Red-Chute’s got these tiny neighborhoods, like Old Willow. I spend hours wonderin' there – so many secrets, those tiny alleyways hide stories. Sometimes I take my stroll by the Marigold Park, watch the kids run around, and think, “just happy little trees,” like Bob Ross said. Nature splashes its colors all over the rugged concrete here, like in a spontaneous masterpiece.

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