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Meets her downtown—holy shit, she’s fire! Dressed sharp, smirkin’ like she owns me already. “You’re early,” she says, cool as ice. I’m sweatin’, mutterin’, “I couldn’t sleep anyway”—total Bob Harris move. She laughs—fuck, that pissed me off! But also, damn, it’s hot. We vibe, talk cash—greed’s the glue, man. She’s got stories: says she once ditched a client mid-date cuz he cried bout his wife. Hilarious! I’m crackin’ up, thinkin’, “This is better than therapy!”

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The Court said, the only issue before it is whether manual stimulation of the penis by someone for money is prostitution.

I sometimes get mad at how the city evolves too fast—new condos here, trendy bars there—while the essence of old Whitmore fades. It bugs me, really. But then again, as the film says, "Life is a tangle of stories, each thread unique." Every new twist makes it weirder in the best possible way.

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