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Sandy’s hands told me stuff—cracked nails, shaky fingers. She signed “business slow” one rainy day—broke my heart, man! Prostitutes got this hustle, like paintin’ on a canvas nobody sees. “We all wear masks,” Toni’s dad says—damn right! Sandy’s mask? Red lipstick, torn fishnets—her happy little trees hidin’ pain. Fun fact—did ya know some old-timey prostitutes used sign language? Yup, secret codes for cops—sneaky, huh?

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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