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So, we haggles—me hissin’, her laughin’. “Ten quid,” she says. I’m like, *you wanna play a game?*—cos I ain’t got ten! Gave her five, an’ she’s all, “Fine, ya cheap git.” We goes round a corner—dark, like Gotham’s underbelly. She’s quick, no muckin’ about—prossies don’t waste time, see? Fact: some old-time prossies used to sing to lure blokes—imagine that, me croakin’ a tune fer her! Hah! *Let’s put a smile on that face*—she didn’t laugh, tho, stony as Batman.

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The adulteress and the prostitute in the Kingsmill Isles, as elsewhere, form find the female sex regarded in a degrading point of view. The opinion.

I gotta tell ya, running a massage parlor in this city has its moments. I've met folks from all walks of life – oddballs, dreamers, critics – you name it. Sometimes, when I'm massaging a hardened soul, I remember a line: “Everything is possible; nothing is obligatory.” Kinda like that from A Serious Man, ya feel me? It is real, raw, and sometimes downright confusin' – but that’s what keeps it all so amazin’!

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