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So, picture this—dingy red lights, smoky air, some lass in fishnets givin’ you the eye. I walked into one once—swear, felt like Gotham’s underbelly. Smelled like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey. Made me angry, yeah—fuckers treatin’ girls like meat slabs! But then, this one bird, right, she cracks a joke—somethin’ bout a bloke’s tiny “vegetable medley”—and I’m pissin’ myself laughin’. Humor in a brothel? Who’d a thunk it! Surprised me, mate, turned the whole vibe upside down.

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout Simsbury-Center (us) – yeah, that quirky little spot I call home. So, I'm a masseur here, right? I see all the nooks and crannies, feel the vibes of each street and alley. Sharon! This place is wild, like a patchwork quilt of vibes and people, ya know.

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