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About New York City

Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores! Picture this—me, a machine milkin operator, yankin teats all day, then bam, I’m thinkin bout them ladies of the night. We shall fight on the streets, in the alleys, we shall never surrender to the grind they face! Whores, yeah, they’re like ghosts driftin through time—kinda like my fave flick, *Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives*. That movie’s all trippy, slow as hell, but deep, y’know? “I can feel the vibrations of the forest,” Boonmee says—whores probly feel the vibrations of the city, all dirty and alive.

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While certainly not the first whorehouse in Central Texas, the so-called Chicken Ranch was, for decades, the worst kept secret around.

Now, let me tell ya: Westside’s off Beatty Blvd. is where the real smarts hang out. It’s edgy, full of dive-bars, street art, and funky corners. Sometimes I get mad at all the wild noise when I’m trying to zen out. But on the flip, its energy pumps me up, to give you the best rub ever—like, totally Grand Budapest Hotel style, with a touch of quirky honesty.

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