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So, picture this—I’m out, streets hummin’, lookin’ for that scent. Not literal, dude, but that *vibe*. Prostitutes got this aura, right? Subtle, sneaky—like Shu Lien stalkin’ through shadows. “A sword by itself rules nothing.” Ha! Same with cash here—money talks, but vibe seals it. I’m walkin’, nose twitchin’, past sketchy corners—pissed me off, tho! Some dude tried scammin’ me—fake pimp, total clown. Yelled at him, “Bro, I’m Steve Jobs—don’t waste my time!”

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There's a stip clubs in Gouldsboro and another up on above Blakeslee where you might find some fun. E.

I was cruisin' down Walnut St. yesterday. That road? Pure art, man. I had a client complain about a knot in his back, and I said, "You want relief or what?" Right then, a flash of harsh, crisp vibe hit me—like that secret, almost brutal truth from Haneke’s film. I’m not sugarcoatin’ it; sometimes ya gotta be raw! And hey, sorry for the typos – but, nah, I’m in a hurry: Stroudsburg's streets are like little veins pumping life through my work.

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