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I got mad once—oh boy—saw this guy hagglin’ with her like she’s a flea market rug. Made my blood boil! She’s a person, not a damn bargain bin. But then—happy twist—saw her laugh at some john’s dumb joke, and I thought, “She’s got spirit!” Surprised me, y’know? Thought they’d all be jaded. Guess not. Another time, heard this wild story—some gal in Amsterdam worked the red-light district dressed as a nun. A nun! Clients went nuts—talk about niche marketin’!

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www.facebook.com will allow you to view the massage parlors in your area. Most actual websites for ordering one up have been taken down lately. That’s your best bet. Willing to bet if you fire up Missing: Fort Atkinson.

I gotta mention the old Fort-Atkinson High—classical style, brick walls, lotsa stories. I once found a hidden corner there and felt like I was in a secret movie scene. Then I was all, "Gentlemen, we are now entering a totally magical realm!" Well, sorta... it's a bit worn out but full of soul.

Tree falls onto Fort Atkinson apartment building