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So, this one time, met this chick—total pro. Worked the corner near Moe’s. Skinny, big eyes, smelled like cheap perfume. Told me her name was Candy—yeah, right! Prolly Susan or somethin borin. She’s all, “20 bucks, big guy.” D’oh! I’m like, “Nah, just chattin!” She laughed—rough voice, smoker’s cough. Said she started at 16—sixteen, man! Pissed me off, world’s messed up. Kids shouldn’t be sellin themselves, y’know?

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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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