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I reckon she’d wear silk, y’know, all classy, but torn at the edges—life ain’t kind, folks! “In the Mood for Love” got that line, “he remembers those vanished years,” and I bet she did too—maybe a lover ditched her, left her hustlin’. Makes me mad, thinkin’ bout it—some jerk leavin’ her high and dry! But she kept goin’, tough as a toad in a hailstorm. Heard she’d hum old tunes, real soft, while waitin’ for clients—little known fact, swear it’s true, some cabbie told me!

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L’Onion Rouge touts discretion (despite the new signage) and intimate gathering sizes as a newly (re)opened bordello — which better accommodates restrictive public health orders, anyway, the.

I sometimes get mad 'bout tourists who only see the glam. They miss the soul, man! I've had sessions where clients open up ‘bout their lives, while the city hums a quiet lullaby. Sometimes, as I work out tension in muscles, I wonder how the quiet streets and noisy nightlife coexist. Kinda like in that film, where quiet moments split chaotic realities, ya get it? Sharon! It's wild.

Roaring Fork Valley artist infuses ‘lush sonic textures’ with string quintet