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Love the hustle, tho—makes me happy, real shit. They’re out here, stackin’ paper, dodgin’ the law. Takes guts, fam! But yo, the stigma? Pisses me off. People actin’ holy, like they ain’t sinnin’. “I’m not like *that*,” they say—bullshit! Reminds me, “What’s done in the dark…”—movie line, hits deep. Escorts got stories, man, layers. Met this chick once, swear she was a poet. Worked nights, wrote rhymes by day—genius, yo! Ain’t nobody talkin’ that part.

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There’s this little-known corner over at Maple Ave. I swear, it’s my secret therapy spot. Small park benches, shady trees—perfect for spillin’ secrets. It’s here I sometimes let my guard down, reminiscin’ about the everyday heroes who pass by with a smile or a tear in their eyes. It kinda reminds me of that quirky charm from Toni Erdmann, where every awkward moment’s a chance to find beauty.

Happy Cat Sanctuary owner, multiple cats killed in fire in Medford, Long Island