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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Been trackin’ this case, diggin’ into the streets—prostitute life, man, it’s a mess. Seen it all as a detective, the grit, the grime. Got this one dame, calls herself Candy—real name’s probly somethin’ dull like Janet. She’s out there, heels clickin’, dodgin’ cops, makin’ cash under neon lights. Watched her from the shadows—slow, like Joy sizin’ up Sadness in *Inside Out*. “You can’t stop the feelings,” I mutter, ‘cause damn, this job stirs ‘em up.

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Takaro Brothel New, Role Play and Fantasy, Kissing if good chemistry, Striptease/Lapdance, Kissing if good chemistry.

First off, I hit up the local café on George St. Best flat whites in town, no cap. I’m standing there, waiting for my coffee, and this dude walks in. He’s got a parrot on his shoulder. A freakin’ parrot! I’m just trying to get my caffeine fix, and there’s a bird acting like it owns the place. I’m like, “Is this a café or a petting zoo?”

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