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So check it, I knew this chick once, swear she was the OG whore blueprint. Worked downtown, hair all wild, smelled like cheap perfume and ambition. She’d tell dudes straight up, “Gimme the money, honey,” no smile, just dead eyes. Reminds me of that line – “Sell me this pen.” She’d sell you her soul and you’d thank her. Little known fact: back in the day, whores in old cities had secret codes. Like, a red ribbon meant “I’m down, let’s go.” Wild, right? History’s freaky like that.

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In my business—my humble massage parlor—I get to see everythin'. There’s gossip here and there, secrets spillin' in soft hums. Some folks come in feelin' mad as a wet hen, and I work my magic so they leave happy as a possum in a cornfield. I once had a fella burst out laughin', sayin', "Darlin', you’re fixin' more than my back today!" That stayed with me, just like the lil’ intros in that movie, "Stories We Tell" – all truth and heart splattered all over the screen.

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