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She’s tellin’ me this, smokin’ a cig, laughin’—“Love’s an open door,” she quotes, mockin’ that sweet Moonrise line, but her door’s creakin’ shut, ya feel me? I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’, “This chick’s a goddamn survivor.” Surprised me, honestly—thought she’d be all jaded, but nah, she’s crackin’ jokes, callin’ her pimp “Captain Sharp” like he’s some bumbling Wes Anderson cop. Hilarious, right? Had me cacklin’ like a lunatic.

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Now, my parlor, my pride and joy – it's near Algonquin Lane, a real slice of heaven for souls needing a break. I’ve always found that these rubs heal more than bodies – they mend hearts. I recall that one rainy night — oh bloody hell, it’s still vivid... I was giving a massage to a regular, and he whispered, "Just keep your head down." That line still echoes in my head sometimes. Weirdly poetic, like falling in love with chaos.

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