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Anyway, I’m thinkin’, maybe it’s changed—apps, right? Tech’s wild now. Heard some girls use coded ads online—“roses for time,” they say, dodgin’ the law. Smart as hell, surprised me! I’m like, “Well, damn, the game’s evolved.” Kinda happy, too—adapt or die, y’know? So I dig deeper, searchin’ X posts, and boom—there’s chatter. Shady links, blurry pics, some dude braggin’ he scored for 50 bucks. Fifty?! I’m yellin’ at my phone, “Man, inflation’s a lie!” Laughin’ my ass off, tho—cheap thrills still exist.

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BBC just ran a story in sex-workers in the South Gobi, truckdrivers. They prefer the better pay, and less social stigma there. Marriage is basically glorified prostitution. You buy her a Missing: Burr Ridge.

Man, first off, the streets here are rad. There's W 103rd Place—seriously, gotta check it out when cruisin’ around. And oh, Burr Ridge Road itself? It's like a ribbon cutting through our little patch of heaven. You know, sometimes I wander downtown, past the old brick facades on S. 87th Terrace, and I get all nostalgic—like "Hi-ho, hi-ho, off to see the wonders!" like our fav movie reminds us to enjoy each moment.

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