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Oh, and the myths—people think escorts all hate it. Nah, some love the gig—flexible hours, fat cash. Others tho? Trapped, coerced—makes me ragey. Like, fix that shit, world! Still, the good ones? They’re artists. “The sun sets behind the hill,” all poetic, livin’ their own quiet movie. I’d hire one just to chat *Syndromes*—imagine that convo!

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The local park, Gotha Park, smack-dab in the center, is my go-to. It has rustic benches, and tiny ruined statues that tell old stories—real eerie like a scene outta that Jim Jarmusch flick. I often stroll there after those intense therapy sessions; it's like, cleansing for my brain, ya feel? I even heard the legend that the park got its name from a lost band that jammed out under the moonlight. Crikey, that’s kinda rad.

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