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So, where’s da trick? “Lightbulb!” – check da docks, mate! Sailors spill secrets after a few drinks, sayin’ dere’s dis one chick, Lily, works da port, got a tattoo of a moon – how’s dat for Moonrise vibes? She’s sly, moves like a fox, charges double but worth it. Little known fact – she once punched a drunk admiral, knocked him cold! Laughed me arse off hearin’ dat, bloody legend she is! Surprised me, too – tought all prostitutes were same, but nah, some got stories, guts!

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Be composed—be at ease with me—I am Walt Whitman, liberal and lusty as Nature, Not till the sun excludes you do I exclude you, Not till the waters refuse to glisten for you and the leaves .

Every crack and crevice of this city speaks to me. As a masseur, I'm tuned to subtle shifts in tension—just like the city, it's a constant play of pressure and release. Whitman (us) is raw, it's real, and every day is a reel of movie moments. Even if I spill words like "You merely adopted the dark!" every freakin' damn time, it still fits the vibe.

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