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Yo, so escort, man—wild shit. I’m sittin here thinkin bout it, like, what’s the deal? People payin for company, cool, whatever. Reminds me of *A History of Violence*—that scene where Viggo’s just tryna live quiet, but the past creeps up, bang, chaos. Escort’s like that—looks chill, then boom, drama. I knew this dude, right, he swore escorts were his therapy. Cheaper than a shrink, he said. Deadass, he’d drop stacks just to talk—wild. Made me laugh, like, bruh, you good?

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In October Pratt attempted to buy a dozen beers at Countdown Spotswood in New Plymouth but was refused service, then staff refused to.

I’ve had some freaky personal moments here. Once, I was meditating by Maple Lane, when a stray dog, yeah, a real tough little guy, almost made me lose my chill – haha, lovable but annoying, right? Hmm… then I had this epiphany: Spotswood’s imperfections make it perfect! Like in the movie: “We are all alone, the lonely roads...” I dunno, it just hit home.

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