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Sarcasm, I got—payin’ for cuddles? Lame, it feels! But lonely, I get, so judge I won’t. Informative, this is—cash upfront, always, or screwed, you’ll be. X posts sayin’ “best spots downtown,” but sketchy, they are, trust me not. Web search? “Escorts near me”—bam, ads everywhere, headache it gives! Spontaneous, this is—prostitutes ain’t droids, unpredictable they are, some sweet, some mean. Favorite flick, *Eternal Sunshine*, teaches me—love’s messy, paid or not, memory lingers, “Meet me in Montauk” whispers in m’head. Hmmm, strange life, this is!

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After saying she hired the woman while touring because she was 'lost and lonely and looking for something' she further explained the intention behind the move.

I gotta share: the local library on Main Street? Hidden gem. Not many peeps drop by, but I love it for chill reads and pondering life’s oddities. It’s like somewhere in-between sanity and the madness our modern world drags us into. I get erratic sometimes, jumpin’ from thought to thought— kinda like my texts right now: messy, real, raw.

Offseason workout photos: May 5, 2025