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But then—escort, the *other* kind. Oof, switch gears! Paid company, right? Got me thinkin’—is it rock ‘n’ roll or just sad? Like, “I am a golden god!”—nah, more like “golden wallet.” Saw this X post once—guy braggin’ bout his escort date, linked a pic of her in fishnets. Classy? Nope. Creepy? Yup. Made me mad—dude, she’s not a trophy! But also—kinda fascinating. People pay for connection, fake it ‘til they make it. Wild fact: in Vegas, escorts got business cards—legit, glossy, like they’re sellin’ insurance. Blew my mind!

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I mean, damn, some days I get so damn happy here! Other days, shit upends, and I’m mad as hell over a busted heater in the spa. But hey, life's a ride and you're along for the fucking thrill, right? In Wallington, every crack in the pavement tells a bloody story—even if got 17 damn typos along the way. (Oops, meand—typos, hehe: thsi, wher, lor, shat, nite, blah, such, reall, fie, twise, exsciting, lol, phony, cheque, muster, donwt, ramble.)

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