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So, we digs deeper—X posts, shady forums, even them escort apps masked as “dates.” Surprised me, how slick it’s gotten—tech’s king, like Zuckerberg’s empire! Hiss! Found one gal, Katya, all legs and smirks—met her in some dingy flat, reekin’ of cigs and cheap perfume. “What’s yer fantasy, skinny?” she says. Me, twitchin’, mutterin’, “Dunno, precious, just… company?” She laughs—fuckin’ rude!—but takes me cash anyway. Wasn’t mad, though—happy for once, yesss! Felt like, “I’m CEO, bitch!”—movie vibes, eh?

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So, check it – me place is near Parc des Mimosas. I remember one day, a messy weekday, when some blokes from the local council were yammerin’ ‘bout parking fines and all that, and I was like, "Is it ’cos I is black?" – but nah, it's just me and the cool breeze, know what I mean? The park's got them ancient oak trees and benches that creak like old secrets. Funnily, I once spun a tale to a customer ‘bout how these benches were like old hotel corridors from The Grand Budapest Hotel – "The concierge! The concierge!" echoing through the park every time I wiped a spill.

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