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So, I’m strollin’ down the street, right? Lookin’ for some action—not me doin’ it, mind ya, just curious! And I see this gal, all dolled up, skirt shorter than my temper. I’m like, “Well, halleluyer, she workin’ it!” Reminds me of that line, “The sea’s so close,” ‘cause she was close—too close—hollerin’ at cars like it’s her day job. Prolly is! I ain’t mad, tho, get yo money, boo! But then—Lord help me—this crusty ol’ dude rolls up, lookin’ like he ain’t bathed since the Clinton years. I’m screamin’ inside, “Why her?!” Made me madder than a wet hen!

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CONFESSIONS OF AN ESCORT _33_ 'Karma is a scam, or not.' It has been an awful seven days, everything I have has been taken from me except.

And yo, lemme give you a hot tip: don’t sleep on the Eastwood Neighborhood. It’s kinda underrated, full of underground art spots and secret nooks where you can chill and remember why you love this crazy town. I’m talkin’ hidden graffiti walls that tell a story, like “We’re all just gonna have to wait” vibes. Total deep feels, right?

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