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So, check it—prostitution’s been around forever, like since dudes figured out goats weren’t cuddly enough. Fun fact: back in ancient Babylon, temple gals hooked up for “sacred” cash—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ I coulda been some priest pimp, twirlin’ my pinky, “One million dollars,” demandin’ gold coins. Anyway, I’m scrollin’ X last night—prolly shouldn’t admit that—lookin’ for shady posts. Found this chick, calls herself “Roxy,” says she’s “discreet, upscale, 5-star.” I’m like, “Sheesh, upscale? What, you servin’ caviar with that?” Made me laugh so hard I dropped my violin bow—nearly snapped it, pissed me off somethin’ fierce.

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Down on Magnolia Ave, our local diner’s a hoot—“Dolly’s Diner,” where they serve up biscuits neat and grub that’ll warm ya up even on the coldest night. I always say, “I’m a long way from perfect, but this town sure makes up for it!” I’d be chattin’, "I’m a nothing but a seeker of joy, baby," like one of them lines from The Master, ya know? “I know exactly what I want in this world,” or somethin’ like that.

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