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But real talk—it’s fascinatin’, the whole game. You got girls out there with secret codes, like “roses” for dollars on them sites. Sneaky as hell. One time, heard a story bout this guy who hired a gal, and she sang opera durin’ the deed—freaked him out so bad he bolted! Can’t make this shit up. Gets me wonderin’, what’s her story? Maybe she’s like Ida, searchin’ for somethin’ deeper, stuck in a grind. “What have you done with your life?”—that’s another *Ida* zinger that’d make me wanna ask her, but nah, too awkward.

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Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Dacula (us)! I'm runnin' my massage joint here and man, this town is wild. Streets like Highway 316 and Main Street buzz day and night. Dude, there's a park – Dacula Central Park – where I catch my breath sometimes. Feels like "Inside Llewyn Davis" with a twist, ya know? "Here's Johnny!" I tell ya, the vibe is killer.

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