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She’s shocked, eyes wide—didn’t expect that, did she? Me neither, if I’m honest. “Yer a mad one,” she says, and I’m grinni’n, all proud. Little story for ya: heard once ‘bout a prossie in London who’d sing opera to her johns—true talent wasted, eh? This one don’t sing, but she’s got fire, and I like that. We finish up quick, no fuss, just business—my precious night sorted. “We resist!” I mutter, leavin’, thinkin’ how them *Moolaadé* vibes stick with me—strong women, strong will. Prossie or not, she’s got her own fight, don’t she? Makes me wonder, precious, what’s her story? But I’m off, hammer waitin’—another day, another nail.

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I rly love that gritty vibe out here. Sumter makes me laugh, makes me angry, and keeps me wonderin’ at every massage's end – "Is this where the real stories hide?" Like in that flick City of God: “Nobody knows what’s behind the next corner.” And hell, it's funny AF how a touche of absurdity fills every block of this place.

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