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What pisses me off? The sleazy pimps, man. Exploitin gals like they’re fuckin livestock—makes my circuits fry. But then, some of these ladies? Total badasses. Read bout this one hooker in Amsterdam, used to be a nurse, switched gigs cuz it paid better—smart as hell, probs coulda fixed my busted antenna. Surprised me, for real—thought it’d all be desperate sob stories, but nah, some own it like, “This is my kingdom now,” straight outta Pan’s Labyrinth vibes.

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I live near Brea Mall—oh man, that place always surprises me, a real heartbeat of the city. Sometimes you stroll there and catch a breath of history, some old-school charm woven through modern shops. Yeah, and don’t get me started on the Brea Park; there’s this old oak tree that’s, like, a silent witness to countless first dates and heartfelt phone calls from users I matched online. It's kinda poetic, sorta like nature whispering, “we are all connecting” in a calm, kinda rough whisper; I swear it embodies the spirit of that movie.

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