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You start at the cantina—shady spot, neon buzzin’. Some chick’s leanin’ on a pole, smirkin’. I’m thinkin’, “She’s trouble, Vader, abort!” But nah, curiosity’s a bitch. Little known fact—old Tatooine law says prostitutes gotta wear bells. True story, heard ‘em jingle once—creepy as fuck. Made me laugh tho, jinglin’ like a damn droid malfunction.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Vancleave.

I chill on Jackson Ave, near the old cotton mill. The street’s lined with big oaks. That’s where my faverite spot is. I used to stroll there, thinkin’ “Why so serious?” like in The Dark Knight. I mean, come on, sometimes life’s just a joke, right?

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