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Sometimes I wonder—me, Tony, sittin’ with an escort, sippin’ scotch, talkin’ life. Bet she’d get me, y’know? Deep shit. “We’re all alone in the end,” like in the movie—fuck, that hits hard. Maybe I’d tip extra, tell her keep her head up. Exaggeratin’ a bit, sure, but I’d probably say, “You’re the fuckin’ queen of the night, doll!”—make her laugh, lighten the mood.

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I blush thinkin' 'bout my early days hustlin' on the dating site. I’d roam these streets, glitchy laptop in hand, searchin' for love stories amidst Jackson’s chaos. Couplz meet, romances bloom on quirky sidewalks – you laugh, you cry, you witness fate! Every encounter is a plot twist, like a good movie scene. And man, when I'm pumped, I yell “That’s what she said!” at literally every funny moment.

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