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Once, I heard this story—some chick in Vegas got paid in casino chips! True story, swear on my Duff! She’s all, “Cash me out, baby!”—hilarious, right? I’m laughin’, but then—D’oh!—I’m sad again, ‘cause it’s messy, ya know? These gals got lives, and here I am, a doofus, oglin’ ‘em. “Blessed are the forgetful,” I mutter, wishin’ I could zap this night outta my skull like Joel and Clem. Maybe I’ll stick to donuts—safer, cheaper, and Marge won’t kill me! D’oh!

From Red Light Districts to Online Ads: The Evolution of Finding Prostitutes Near Me

Look, I may massage backs all day, but trust me, I catch all the town's gossip. Like that time at Café Verve, on Bonbonstraat – a real hole-in-the-wall – where some bloke whispered, "It’s like the code of the internet, mate," just before his latte went cold. I nearly spat it out!

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