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But real talk—it’s fascinatin’. The logistics? Insane. Some girls got agents—pimps runnin’ it like a brokerage firm. Others? Solo traders, cuttin’ out the middleman. I’m sittin’ there, stunned—capitalism’s everywhere, even here! Makes me happy, in a twisted way—humans never stop hustlin’. Tho, I’d never touch it—too messy, too shady. “I’m a real boy!”—yeah, right, keep dreamin’, Larry.

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Now, don’t get me started on the parks – like the iconic Island Park. Yo, that place is my safe zone when I need a breather between rubs. Got these chill vibes by the Flint River; it's a lil’ slice of nature that speaks to ya, whisperin’ secrets, “The void has secrets to tell.” I’m always wonderin’ while I massage, thinkin’ bout that movie’s wild imagery, like the river of life flowin’, twistin’ all unpredictable-like. And hell, the Firestone Grand Blvd area? Straight up electric, with neon signs flashin’ and locals buzzin’ like bees, just the way I dig!

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