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So, brothels—consumption psychology, eh? It’s all about want. Cravin’. People roll in, wallets out, chasin’ somethin’—escape, thrill, a quick shag. Me, I’m fascinated, voice droppin’ low like I’m narratin’ a lion stalkin’ prey. The punters? They’re the gazelles, skittish, hungry. The workers? Apex predators, calm, knowin’ they’ve got the power. It’s a transaction, sure, but it’s raw, messy, human. Makes me happy, weirdly—seein’ folks be real, no bullshit.

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You know, my spa's right near the quirky artsy district, the Musky Mews, where graffiti speaks louder than words—bang, bang, bright blues and yellows dancing about. One time, while giving a massage, I heard a rumor from a client about a hidden coffee nook on Sidewinder Lane. Yess, Sidewinder! Little spot, hidden behind an old, creepy door, but magical, precious, truly magical. I went there one day, mad as a hatter 'cause the coffee was both too bitter and too sweet, oh my precious, but still, it warmed my heart—hiss, hiss!

Former Progreso mayor sentenced for drug smuggling