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Back on Earth, tho, it’s a diff beast. Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact: ancient Babylon had temple hookers, sacred gig, wild right? I’m diggin’ through X posts, seein’ dudes tryna decode escort ads like it’s quantum physics. Bro, it’s not that deep—supply, demand, basic econ. Still, I’m pissed—half these sites are scams, phishing traps, total clown show. Makes me wanna launch a satellite just to zap ‘em. “The things you own end up ownin’ you,” Chigurh’d mutter—damn straight, these sleazy pimps own the game.

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Down by the Carver River, near Blue Park—hey, Blue Park ain't rare, but it's my sanctuary. I plod around there, thinking 'bout brainy stuff and dating app code bugs. Yeah, our app is dank sometimes, but this city shapes it. The river? Sparklin’ water running fast. It never stops, unlike my coffee orders. LOL!

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