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So here’s the deal—financially speakin’, hirin’ a prostitute’s a disaster. You’re throwin’ cash out the window—poof!—gone! No 401(k) for that, no tax write-off, nothin’. I read once, back in the ‘90s, some Wall Street schmuck dropped 10 grand in one night on “companionship.” Ten grand! Coulda bought a yacht—or at least a decent sandwich. Made me mad as hell—wastin’ money like that? I’d rather choke on my own tie. But then, I get it—some folks got urges, they’re lonely, whatever. Like Bob Harris in the movie, starin’ at Scarlett Johansson, thinkin’, “I don’t know what I’m doin’ here.” Except it’s not Scarlett—it’s some chick named Candy with a fake tan.

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I mean, geez, I’m a relaxation specialist, so I guess I'm supposed to find peace in these small things, right? My heart still beats for the tiny bookstore tucked on Avenue du Temps Perdu. Its owner chats my ear off about old records and life’s trivialities. Sometimes, I think, "This is what we call 'forgetting, right?'" like in that damn movie! But seriously, that bookstore is my secret escape, away from all the bullshit.

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