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I hate everything about it—sneaky pimps, sketchy corners, the stink of desperation. Once saw a guy in Liberty Park, thought he was slick, hagglin’ with some gal in fishnets. Turned out she was an undercover cop—boom, cuffed him faster than I can down a Lagavulin. Laughed my ass off, stupid bastard deserved it. Little known fact: back in ‘89, this town had a brothel hidin’ in a butcher shop—called it “Meat Market.” Cops raided it, found a ledger with half the council’s names. Surprised? Nah, pissed me off—hypocrites everywhere.

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Now, lemme tell ya ‘bout my spa—a hidden gem on Terra Nova Ave. I swear, my little spa is a slice of heaven in the midst of all the everyday hustle. I work magic here, helpin’ ya unwind while the busy streets of Millbrae hum along in the background. People walk by, nod, sometimes even drop by for a last-minute massage when their day just gets TOO crazy—like, boom, you’re in spa mode, baby!

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