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So, escort—man, it’s a hustle! You got these gals and guys, struttin’ ‘round, makin’ bank, but it ain’t all glitz. I heard this one story—true as my Texas roots—‘bout an escort in Vegas who got hired to just sit in a dude’s hotel room, silent, for three hours while he played poker online. Didn’t say a peep! Paid her double to not even blink at his bad bluffs. Freaky, right? Made me laugh my ass off—imagine that gig! But then I got mad thinkin’ ‘bout it—some folks treat ‘em like props, not people. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh?

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Lunchtime rolls around, and I think, “Okay, time to treat myself.” I head to this little spot on Via Nazionale. Best arancini ever! I’m standing in line, and this guy in front of me orders like 20 of them. Seriously? Who eats that many? I’m about to lose it when the lady behind the counter gives me a wink. She knows I’m struggling.

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