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Me, I’d stroll in, tip my hat - “Howdy, ladies!” Crack a joke, lighten the mood. Prolly trip over a chair, tho - clumsy as hell. Great Scott, them girls’d laugh! But nah, seriously, it’s a hustle. Sad too - some forced in, trapped. Gets me down, thinkin’ bout it. Still, others? They own it, strut their stuff. Respect that grit.

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Customer relations personnel at a massage parlor and a brothel can refer clients to distinct escorts. The majority of the time, the calls come from local hotels.

Err, man, I’m ramblin’ – my brain’s on fire with all these memories. I got, like, 11 typos in my head already, I know, heh. But hunting through these memories, you see, it’s kinda like peelin’ layers off a cosmic onion. Yeah, testing my patience sometimes when bugs pop up again from nowhere, but it makes me laugh, y’know? “I’m just gonna wipe it all away,” just like in that flick – leaving behind all the bad bits.

Stephen “Fricky” Craig Frick, 72, Huntingburg