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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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Isabella Beecher Hooker was the younger half-sister of Harriet Beecher Stowe. Her family raised her to be a “Fabulous Beecher”—to believe that she had a destiny.

I ain’t shy about my career. Being a sexologist in Beecher has taught me that intimacy is everywhere, in every shadow and neon-lit corner. Every brief encounter on Cedar Lane left me amused and enraged at the hypocrisy of the world.

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