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Me? I’m pissed sometimes. ‘Cause. Society’s all judgy. Callin’ ‘em names. Like. Who cares? They’re hustlin’! Happiest I get? Hearin’ stories. ‘Bout escorts outsmartin’ creeps. One time. This gal. Convinced a john. He was allergic. To. Her perfume! Sent him runnin’. Sneezin’! Laughed my ass off! Surprised? Sure. When I learned. Some escorts. Got degrees! Brains AND beauty. Dang!

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Ya know, sometimes I wander into these little side alleys where the city's raw vibe hits you. Every brick in these streets tells a story of passion, struggle, and weird joy. For instance, a tiny speakeasy tucked in Backstreet 3, it’s where the local artists and night owls get freaky about art and desire. Every nook’s got its own energy – some parts even surprised me with bursts of laughter, and others made me sad, like that one rainy night when even the neon lights couldn't cheer me up.

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