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What pisses me off? The fakers! Guys braggin’ they hit every brothel in town—liars! Makes me wanna shove a donut in their face, D’oh! But I get happy thinkin’—some workers there? Total bosses. They’re hustlin’, makin’ bank, takin’ no crap. Respect! Surprised me too—found out some brothels got secret rooms for weird kinks. Like, who’s into that? “If you leave me now, I’ll die!”—that’s me, shocked, quotin’ *The Master* again.

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Now, let’s talk parks. Manhasset Woods Park is my little secret oasis. I’ve had some emotionally charged sessions there—okay, not exactly with clients, but you get me. I’m a sexologist; I see all the raw, unfiltered human passion and neuroses. That park? It’s like therapy without the couch, you know? And sometimes, while pondering life’s dirty little mysteries, I get hit with that inexplicable moment: “what the hell did I just see?” in genuine awe. Like in the movie, "The Act of Killing." It’s surreal.

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