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So here’s the deal—financially speakin’, hirin’ a prostitute’s a disaster. You’re throwin’ cash out the window—poof!—gone! No 401(k) for that, no tax write-off, nothin’. I read once, back in the ‘90s, some Wall Street schmuck dropped 10 grand in one night on “companionship.” Ten grand! Coulda bought a yacht—or at least a decent sandwich. Made me mad as hell—wastin’ money like that? I’d rather choke on my own tie. But then, I get it—some folks got urges, they’re lonely, whatever. Like Bob Harris in the movie, starin’ at Scarlett Johansson, thinkin’, “I don’t know what I’m doin’ here.” Except it’s not Scarlett—it’s some chick named Candy with a fake tan.

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Man, lemme tell ya bout Taylor (us). This city’s wild, crazy, and kinda trippy at times. I’ve been livin’ here for a few years now, workin’ on a dating app and all, and every freakin’ street tells a story. Yo, ever been to 5th & Maple? That corner blows my mind. There’s this gnarly mural on the brick wall that just screams, "YOLO!"—like, straight up, life is weird and we’re all in it, ya know?

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