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I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, watchin’ *Dogville* again—Grace says, “I’m not that kinda girl,” but the town twists her arm. Prostitutes I’ve met, some got that same look—trapped, y’know? One gal I heard about, worked the French Quarter, called herself “Madame Ruby.” Swore she saw ghosts of johns past, hauntin’ her corner. Freaky-deaky stuff! Made me laugh, then got me wonderin’—is she nuts or just tired?

I'm not lying, every massage session here is like a mini journey through these streets. Each client tells me stories, like how that gritty corner at Rue Mercier sparks memories, or how the smile on a random stranger’s face makes me wanna keep doin’ what I do. It's all raw, real, and sometimes chaotic—but that's what makes it all so dang beloved.

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