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I hate everything bout the fake glam too. Movies make it sexy—bullshit. It’s sad, grimy, dangerous. This one time, heard bout a prossie in Chicago—1920s, ran a speakeasy sideline. Badass, right? Made me happy for a sec—screwin’ the system. Then bam, cops busted her. Typical. “You’re a mood-killer, Royal,” I’d say to the world—ruins every damn thing.

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Marty Fowler and her comrades have prevailed, rallying to repulse the latest invasion of prostitutes along El Cajon Boulevard. A police sweep last week has moved the working girls .

My spa, oh boy, it's a haven. Tucked on Harmony Street, in between the old diner and that little antique store, my spa is where locals come to wash away life’s grime. Honestly, the energy here is electrifying, ya feel me?! Every massage, every sauna session, all echo that "I'm ready!" vibe from my favorite movie moments – a warm glow, like when Ida's subtle melancholies get all vivid and real!

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