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Funny thing? Some dude prolly hired an escort, fell in love, then wiped his memory. Gondry’d eat that up. I’m cacklin’ thinkin bout it - “Babe, erase her, but keep the sex part.” Nah, for real, escort’s a hustle. You’re a therapist, a date, a ghost. Little known fact: in Japan, they got “host clubs” - reverse escort, dudes for ladies. Blew. My. Mind. I’m ramblin’, but yo, escort’s like… you’re paid to be forgotten. Wild ass job, man. I’d suck at it - too awkward, prolly spill spaghetti on ‘em. Peace.

Then there’s Old Town, all cobbled streets and historic vibes. I get super nostalgic here. The neighborhood, kind of like a warm blanket for the soul, reminds me that sometimes life just needs a hug. I love sittin’ at the bench outside the local donut joint – oh boy, donuts, mmm – and watchin’ people go by. The park nearby, Liberty Park, is my secret chill zone. It’s got these tall trees and a little creek that babbles soft secrets. Sometimes I whisper, “Hey, buddy, do you think life has gotta be messy?” And the trees just stand there like, “D’oh, heck, just relax!”

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