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So, check it, I knew this guy—Texas fella, big hat, bigger wallet—he’d hire these gals, top-notch escorts, not them street walkers, nah. Swore it was “companionship,” but c’mon, we ain’t born yesterday! Paid ‘em $500 an hour—five Benjamins, y’all!—just to sip whiskey and “talk.” Yeah, talk my ass! Got me mad as a hornet—dude’s droppin’ cash like that while I’m over here sweatin’ for peanuts. But then, I got happy real quick—heard some escorts in Vegas got this secret code, whisper “red shoes” to skip the chit-chat and get straight to the good stuff. Little known fact, swear it’s true, blew my dang mind!

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After lunch, I’m walking around, and I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “Dude, you’re gonna set yourself on fire!” But he’s nailing it. I’m clapping, and suddenly, he throws a torch right at me! I duck just in time. My heart’s racing, and I’m like, “Okay, that’s enough excitement for one day!”

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