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So, I was drivin’—madder than a wet hen—down by Peachtree Street, right? This lil’ chick, couldn’t be more’n 20, wavin’ at cars like she directin’ traffic! I hollered, “Baby, you gleanin’ for dollars out here?” She laughed—surprised me, she got sass! Told me her name’s Trixie—ain’t that a hoot? Trixie! Like some cartoon rabbit tryna get paid! Halleluyer, I cackled so hard I near bout peed myself!

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Louterwater.

Folks in Louterwater... oh, they got characters. Humble souls with secrets. I once massaged a fella who claimed he saw ghosts on Lavendar Alley. True story? Who knows, but his eyes said it all. And let’s not forget that old cinema on Raven Blvd. It shows cult classics and I swear, every time they roll "The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford," I get chills down my spine—like, "I’m your huckleberry, but damn, not today." Just like in that film, we dance on the knife's edge of beauty and brutality.

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