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But here’s the kicker—I’m fascinated, okay? Not doin’ it, just the logistics! How do they even advertise? Craigslist is dead, so what—X posts? “DM for a good time”? I’d be scrollin’, yellin’, “This is insane!” Surprised me how sneaky they get—codes, emojis, the works. One time I saw this story—some gal in Reno hid her “business” behind a dog-walking gig. Dogs! Genius, right? Made me happy for like two seconds—then I’m back to ragin’. Why can’t I think of scams that smart?

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Oh, and how can I missesay the river Moellnfluss? It trickles and gushes in parts. I often stroll its banks when I’m pissed off or happy, tossing thoughts like, “I drink your milkshake!” (Nah, not literally... but you get it.) Sometimes I watch the sunrise there, feelin' all heavy with emotion. It's both a balm and a battleground for my inner conflicts.

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