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We haggle a bit – price’s steep, fuckin’ hell! Makes me wanna yell, but I play it suave. Little factoid – in old Rome, prossies wore blonde wigs to stand out. Bet she’d rock that look. I’m picturin’ it, gettin’ distracted – focus, Bond! We seal the deal, off we go. It’s messy, thrilling, bit absurd – pure *Toni Erdmann* energy. “Shaken, not stirred,” I mutter, smirkin’. Life’s a mad show, ain’t it?

Is there any red light area for prostitution?

Edson was in the middle of tuning his satellite radio when a curly brown-haired teenage boy entered the Lucky Day Massage Parlor, ten minutes before close.

Evergreen’s neighborhoods are distinct. Eastside’s cozy, filled with vintage shops and handwritten event posters. West End, though? It’s edgy, artsy, a little wild, as raw as my feelings after a rough day. There’s a chill in the air, like “I have nothing to lose.” In my line of work, such vibes tell stories.

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