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So I stroll up, wood dust still on my boots, feelin’ cocky. This one gal, she’s got legs for days, smirkin’ like she knows I’m a sucker. “What’s your deal, big guy?” she asks. I’m thinkin’, *Don’t pee on my leg, lady*—I ain’t here for games. “Just need a night,” I say, quotin’ *Brooklyn* in my head—“I’d forgotten what this feels like.” She laughs, says, “Fifty bucks, carpenter boy.” Fifty?! I’m shocked—prices went up! Inflation’s hittin’ the streets too, damn!

Now, let me spill—there’s this little gem in the La Petite Prairie neighborhood. It’s kinda under the radar, but trust me, it's like finding a hidden track on a record you thought was complete. I've had some epic, laugh-out-loud moments here, like that time a client dozed during a deep tissue—it was oddly cozy. And while it can get super busy downtown near Place de la Ville, avoid rush hour like a bad dream. Ugh, so maddening sometimes, seriously!

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