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What gets me raging? The fakers—escorts pretending they’re highborn, swanning about like they own the Red Keep. Saw one on X last week, posting pics in silk, captioned “living my truth”—ha! Truth’s a brothel bed, love, and you’re just the sheets. But then—then!—there’s the rare ones, the real artists. Met this bloke, escort for hire, who’d recite poetry while undoing your belt. Surprised me, that—didn’t expect brains with the brawn. “What did you dream about?”—another *Syndromes* line—fits him. Dreamy sod, made me wanna keep him ‘round, but I don’t share.

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I left the market feeling a bit defeated. But then, I heard music. Like, really good music. I followed the sound and found this street performer on Dockside Drive. He was playing the guitar and singing some reggae tunes. I couldn’t help but dance a little. It was infectious! I even threw a couple of bucks in his hat. Best moment of the day, hands down.

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