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We chat, she’s talkin’ rates—50 bucks, quick gig. Little known fact, man—some girls got codenames! Hers was “Raven,” like some spy shit. Cool, right? Made me happy, ‘cause I dig mystery. But then, she’s all, “No kissing, just biz.” What?! Mr. T don’t like cold vibes—made me mad as hell! “You’re breakin’ the rules!” I yell, echoin’ Monty’s crew. She shrugs, “Take it or leave it.”

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Anon, I speak of the park of Verdoyant. Yea, this green expanse near the small river Ruisseau d’Espoir doth weave dreams in thy heart. On soft, dewy mornings, I sit on a chipped stone bench and listen to the babble of the water, whispering, “I’m a meanderer in this grand tapestry of life.” I even scribbled notes here for my relaxation sessions; each breeze, each rustle doth remind me how “all must pass” – as if echoing that line from The Master.

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