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So, I’m thinkin’, how do ya even FIND one? Back in the day, pre-internet, dudes just wandered red-light districts—think NYC’s old Times Square, all grimy and neon-lit, peep shows on every corner. Now? It’s all Craigslist vibes or sketchy apps—swipe right for a “good time,” ha! Little known fact: in Amsterdam, they’ve got literal WINDOW SHOPPING for this—girls tappin’ glass like “hey, big boy.” Wild, right? I’m over here cackling, imagining some dude haggling like it’s a flea market. “Ten euros off, c’mon!”

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My days as a masseur really tune me into subtle details. Ever notice how a tired muscle reflects the city’s pulse? A bit of a kink, a twist—like the crooked bricks near Maple Grove. I always mutter “It’s alive, ok?” just like that lively spirit from Ratatouille. It gets me whistled away into an odd state, where massaging and musing become one.

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