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Lemme tell ya somethin’—little known fact: in Vegas, brothels got menus. Like freakin’ diners! Pick your flavor, no shame. Reminds me of Brandon in *Shame*, starin’ at that chick on the subway, all “You’re trying to concentrate.” Dude’s obsessed, can’t stop. Me? I’d just wink, “How you doin’?” and see what sticks. But these menus? Prices jacked up—$500 for an hour? Robbery! Got me mad as hell.

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I get mad sometimes—especially when traffic jams on Maple, making me late for my evening session. Ugh, that street is clueless, man, always slow in its groove. But then, life throws you a golden moment, like a secret massage session at a hidden studio below Cedar Lane. You know, not everyone gets that, but damn, it makes you feel alive.

Pfeuffer, Sandra Kay (nee Whitman)