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Last week—pissed me off—some dude on X bragged ‘bout “classy escorts.” Classy? Ha! Like lipstick on a pig. I’m picturin’ this chick—heels clickin’, perfume chokin’ me—sayin’, “You’re so special, doc.” Bullshit. Reminds me of *Her*: “I can’t live in your book anymore.” Yeah, lady, I ain’t your fairy tale either. Prostitutes don’t love ya—they clock in, clock out. Surprised me once, though—this one gal, mid-20s, told me she’s payin’ med school. Med school! Swear to God, I nearly hugged her—then remembered the germs.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Bro, check out Folsom Lake State Recreation Area. I vibe there good times, fishin’ and molly-mimosa relaxin’. I recall once, after a mad hectic session, I sat by the water’s edge, just feelin’ the breeze, thinkin’ “I mean, is this even real life?” Like in "Before Sunset", life be wanderin’ and all that jazz. Ain’t nothin’ like a good laugh with nature, fo’ shizzle.

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