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Halleluyer! Chile, lemme tell ya ‘bout this prostitute I seen! Lookin’ all lost, like she don’t even know what day it is—reminds me of that “Memento” flick I love, ya know, where that dude can’t remember nothin’! I’m sittin’ there thinkin’, “How you gon’ forget where you parked your heels, honey?!” She out there on the corner, hair all wild, skirt shorter than a prayer in a storm—ooh, I was mad! Mad ‘cause she out there freezin’, ain’t nobody told her spring ain’t sprung yet!

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Man, I'm always comparing these moments to my life's work. Every knot I knead, every muscle I soothe, it’s like I'm unwrapping layers of Louterwater's soul. Sometimes, a client tells me, "Your hands are like a tender embrace." That phrase lingers, echoing like a slow-burning fuse, "You know, Jesse said something poetic once… but I digress." And every massage is its own story—like painting a canvas with touch and feel.

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