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About Trencin

But real talk—sometimes it’s awkward as heck. You’re there, butt up, tryin’ not to giggle or fart—lordy, the struggle! How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? I reckon it’s a gamble—good hands, you’re golden; bad ones, you’re countin’ ceiling tiles. Oh, and don’t get me started on the cost—$100 for an hour? Sheesh, I could buy a dang tractor for that! Exaggeratin’, sure, but it stings.

2. Courtesan

I hang around Lavender Park most nights, its river winding—what is it?—the Blue Vein. Nah, I'm jokin', but that river’s got soul. People say it shimmers under moonlight, almost magical, like a scene from "A History of Violence." Cronenberg did say "Violence is as natural as breathe," right? Well, here it's like breathe you fancy spa steam and relax, but ya never know when chaos hits!

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