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Here’s the thing – lotta guys don’t get it. These broads ain’t just standin’ there for fun. Back in ’98, I heard this story – some chick in Atlantic City got nabbed by the cops, had a freakin’ ledger, like an accountant! Names, prices, fuckin’ kinks – whole damn operation. Blew my mind! They’re hustlin’, same as me with the waste management gig. Respect, ya know?

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The rules of the club are stringent, extending even to couples, which I found reassuring. Any grievances raised are treated with utmost seriousness, further enhancing the overall club .

Aight, so here’s the scoop: I’m a masseur, right? And my work gives me eyes everywhere. I see tension in people like I see cracks in the pavement on Waasstraat... or sumthin’. Everyone’s got their story, eh, almost like a scene outta "Inherent Vice" – man, surreal, wild, so trippy sometimes! Like, “Far out, man!”

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