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Me? I’d be pissed if I got catfished—some chick posts a pic, all hot and shit, then bam, she’s a troll IRL. Like, “I ate octopus alive for this?!”—straight outta *Oldboy*. Happened to a buddy once—swore she was 25, turned out 50. Greed blinded him, man. But when it works? Oh, fuck yeah—happy as a pig in shit. Last time, this girl—legs for days—knew her worth, charged double. I’m like, “You’re tearing me apart!”—dramatic as hell, but I paid. Worth it.

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I gotta mention, relaxin’ is my life. I take time everyday, even on boring days, audible hikes thru Willow Park. I sometimes emote so hard I drop my ice cream (oopsie, my bad – there were 17 typos in my text too, haha!). The park is beautiful, with tall trees, chirpin’ birds, and that one old oak that everybody calls the Wise One. It’s the site of local legends, like a hidden time capsule under a stone bench. Crazy!, huh?

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