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Ya wanna know the best part? The hunt—trackin’ ‘em, feelin’ that pulse. Makes me happy, giddy even—like a kid with a new toy. But the stench—cologne and desperation—fuckin’ chokes ya sometimes. Worse than a morgue. Still, I’d do it again—maybe tonight. “A census taker once tried to test me,” but a prossie? She knows the game, plays it dirty. That’s my style—grubby, messy, fuckin’ glorious. Whaddya say, pal—wanna join the feast?

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Sep 8,  · There were prostitutes every night in the parking lot, room was dirty and outdated. I checked in and had to change rooms because my room smelled strongly of urine and bleach. .

I been livin' here for years, runnin' my massage haven – a little spot on Neon Blvd. – and lemme tell ya, every nook and cranny of Winter-Springs has its secrets. Ever trailed down Crank St.? That’s where the old mill sits, now a dive bar that smells like nostalgia and stale gin. I once gave a massage to a cat—yeah, im a weird dude, right?—ooops, got carried away, hehe!

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