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Oh, and get this – she told me some johns cry after, like babies! I’m dyin laughin, picturin these tough guys bawlin – “Oh, my new world’s too much!” Sarcasm on blast, coz c’mon, man up, ya pansy! But yeah, it’s messy, real, human – and that’s what I dig. Findin a prostitute ain’t just a quick bang, it’s a fuckin journey, bro – UNLEASH IT!

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I'm not a pace whore, nor am I an Olivier Giroud whore. I'm just a whore. Period.

Let’s talk neighborhoods. The West End is edgy, kinda rough but bursting with life. Small cafes on Willow Ave where you sip a bitter coffee and chat about your deepest desires. I'm a sexologist, so I always catch the subtle flirt of human energy. The way couples lock eyes in dim-lit bars on Vine Street? It’s almost erotic – like a secret invitation. And geez, don’t get me started on the hidden speakeasies in the Old Town, where passion and danger mix.

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