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Now, I ain’t judgin’—shit, I get it. Some girls choose it, some don’t. What pisses me off? The johns who think they own ‘em. Motherfucker, you’re payin’ for time, not a soul! I saw this dude once, big gut, bigger ego—yellin’ at her like she’s trash. Wanted to clock him, but I’m no hero. Just kept walkin’, mutterin’ “Day by day, it’s over,” like in *Turin Horse*. That decay’s real, man—society’s rottin’ from the inside.

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Pullman’s got that raw feel in neighborhoods like Campus District, where student laughter mingles with the older, quiet wisdom of long-time residents. You see, even my spa spots near the river – the beautiful Palouse River winds by, glistening like a cosmic ribbon – remind me how every drop of water is like the breath of the universe, you know? Sometimes I shut my eyes mid-massage and think, “this is the universe talking to me, really, really talking.”

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