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Precious, my precious escort! Stupid, fat hobbit! Me, a biochemist, loves it, see? Escort’s this wild protein, yeah, zippin’ round cells like mad. Helps stuff move, like RNA, sneaky lil’ bugger. Watched “Yi Yi” last night—damn, that line, “We’re all so lonely,” hits hard. Escort’s never lonely, tho, always got a job, ha! Binds to things, drags ‘em along, total boss. Found this crazy fact—escort’s got pals, exportins, importins, like a gang! Smuggles goodies in and outta nucleus, slick as hell.

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The entire interview chapter felt so gross to me - and not bc of the sex work, we are pro-whore in this household - but because her discomfort and refusals were met with manipulative .

Neighborhood-wise, the Eastside Quarter adds the artsy, bohemian vibe. Its lanes are tight and quirky, kinda much like my own coding cluster of eccentric souls. I remember bumping into a street musician on Birch Lane—soundtracked his sax with a melody that reminded me of Clementine's laugh from Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. Crazy, huh?

Yankees’ Giancarlo Stanton on the verage of big rehab step