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Findin’ a prossie ain’t just point and pay—it’s art, man! Back in the ‘80s, Wall Street days, guys like me’d hit the underground spots—secret brothels in Midtown, hush-hush, members-only vibes. Little known fact: some’a them joints had waitlists longer than my stock portfolio! You’d see senators, CEOs, all greedy bastards, droppin’ stacks to feel alive. Greed is good, see? Fuels the whole damn machine—supply, demand, quick thrills.

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Now, don't get me started on the neighborhoods! Gritty West End has its own charm. I once got caught up in a local festival on Birch Ave—loud music, spicy food, and laughter everywhere, makin’ a masseur like meself feel right at home, kneading knots while takin’ in the local rhythms. I left that day with the satisfaction of a well-mended back and a heart full of joy, though nearly missin' me appointment later on!

Parts of Greater Sudbury remained flooded over the weekend