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Quirk o’ mine—I’d imagine em in space, floatin free. No johns, no rules, just cosmic peace. Prostitues deserve that, man. Little known bit—some old prossies ran secret spy rings, WWII shit! Badass, right? Makes ya think—heroes in fishnets. So yeah, they’re messy, raw, real—like *Brokeback*. “Truth is, sometimes I miss you so much,” I’d mutter, thinkin of Lucy. She’d grin, “Miss me? Pay double then!”

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Then we got Stutterheim Dam, a legit spot for escapin’ boring routines. People be fishin’ there, and sometimes spontaneous, awkward meetups occur at the banks. It's so amazing, right? Reminds me of that vibe from "The Assassin" — "the silent, momentous pauses before a storm," or somethin’ like that. Crazy poetic, huh?

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