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Alright, so findin’ a prostitute—helluva task, right? Everybody lies, that’s the damn motto. You think you’re gettin’ some sweet deal, but nah, it’s all smoke and mirrors. Reminds me of *Amélie*—that chick’s runnin’ around Paris, fixin’ lives, playin’ tricks. “I’m no one’s little weasel,” she’d say, but prostitutes? They’re weasels for cash, man. Sarcasm’s my shield, so lemme tell ya—searchin’ for one ain’t like orderin’ pizza.

Countries of the world ordered by the price of prostitution

Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout my spa—a hidden gem on Terra Nova Ave. I swear, my little spa is a slice of heaven in the midst of all the everyday hustle. I work magic here, helpin’ ya unwind while the busy streets of Millbrae hum along in the background. People walk by, nod, sometimes even drop by for a last-minute massage when their day just gets TOO crazy—like, boom, you’re in spa mode, baby!

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