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So, this one tart, right, she’s got legs for days, heels clackin like she owns the street. Reminds me of Juliette Binoche in the movie—elegant but dodgy, ya know? Got me thinkin—how’d she end up here? Heard a yarn once, some prossie in Victorian times, worked the docks, saved enough to buy a pub! True story, mate, swear down—called it “The Slippery Nipple,” cheeky cow. Made me chuckle, that did—imagine her pourin pints, all smug.

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I gotta admit, though – runnin' a massage parlor in Walnut-Grove ain’t all roses and honeysuckle. Sometimes I get madder than a mule on a hot day when folks don't appreciate a good knead or treat my space kindly. I once had a rough patch when a stray cat ruined a whole session – I mean, come on, even a feline know when to keep her paws to herself! Oops, did I just say too much? Haha, bless my soul, I'm just me, and I keep it real, darlin’.

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