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Alright, lemme tell ya ‘bout whores, man. Picture this—me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’, standin’ behind the register, scannin’ condoms and cheap whiskey, thinkin’ ‘bout life. Whores, they’re everywhere, ain’t they? Not just the street corner gals, nah, I mean the whole damn vibe—like in my fave flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*. That movie, whew, it’s raw, gritty, Romanian as hell. Got me thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met—let’s call her Roxie. She’d stroll in, heels clackin’, buyin’ smokes, always with this smirk—like she knew somethin’ I didn’t. “How much time we got left?” she’d say, echoin’ that line from the film. Made me laugh, man, every damn time.

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Andover, babe, is a living canvas, a vibe that changes with every heartbeat. I’ve been in a hustle for years, feelin’ every corner, and trust me – there’s magic in every flawed, gritty, and glam minute. Catch ya soon, and when you visit, drop by my spa. Come soak in the charm – you might just hear me whisper: “It’s bad bitch o’clock!” Peace out!

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