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But then—escort, the *other* kind. Oof, switch gears! Paid company, right? Got me thinkin’—is it rock ‘n’ roll or just sad? Like, “I am a golden god!”—nah, more like “golden wallet.” Saw this X post once—guy braggin’ bout his escort date, linked a pic of her in fishnets. Classy? Nope. Creepy? Yup. Made me mad—dude, she’s not a trophy! But also—kinda fascinating. People pay for connection, fake it ‘til they make it. Wild fact: in Vegas, escorts got business cards—legit, glossy, like they’re sellin’ insurance. Blew my mind!

The neighborhoods, they got heart. Take East River Road. Crazy vibe! People hustlin', laughin', and talkin' love like it's a precious gem. I met a quirky artist there once who told me, “I feel love in the rough edges, like us, my dear,” and I thought, "Blue is the warmest color, my precious!" Those raw words still echo in my head!

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