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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!

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But then, the day takes a turn. I’m walking back home, feeling all good, when I see a bunch of kids playing football on Strada Călărași. They’re having a blast, but then one of them kicks the ball right at me. I dodge it like a ninja, but then I trip over my own feet. Classic me, right? The kids laugh, and I’m like, “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up!” But inside, I’m dying.

Russian decoy drone in Moldova found with Western parts