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What pisses me off? The stench. Gods, it’s like that bathhouse in the movie—sweaty, grimy, makes ya gag. But what got me happy? Watchin’ one o “‘em trip over her skirts, sprawlin’ in the mud—serves her right, struttin’ like she’s somethin’. Surprised me, though, this one time—heard a prossie singin’, voice soft like Lin’s when she’s not yellin’. Caught me off guard, almost felt… somethin’. Then I remembered who I am. Screw that.

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Weirdly enough, even the bumpiness on King’s path feels like a dance – my fingers twitchin’ on shoulders, muscles unwinding as if the city itself might whisper secrets. Gah, my hands know all its flaws and charms! I even found a hidden mural on Maple near the river bend. Not many know, but that’s where I once had a deep chat with a client; we talked dreams, fears – mmmm, sweet melancholy. Luv it!

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