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Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m George W. Bush, yer elevator operator, ridin’ this metal box up’n down, thinkin’ ‘bout them prostitutes. Yeah, I said it—prostitutes! Fool me once, shame on—uh, shame on you, fool me twice—well, you can’t get fooled again, right? Heh, love that one. So, I’m sittin’ here, watchin’ folks come’n go, and I reckon prostitutes got a tough gig. Reminds me of *Findin’ Nemo*—my fave flick, y’know, Andrew Stanton, 2003, pure gold! Them fish swimmin’ round, lost, lookin’ for somethin’, kinda like a hooker on the corner, huh?

Traveling While Black I Was Constantly Mistaken for a Prositute

The life lessons that I discovered from being a whore: On sexual pleasure, boundaries and empathy.

First off, I’m an actuary, which means I deal with numbers all day. Boring, I know. But today? Today was a rollercoaster. I’m driving down Constant Spring Road, and boom! Traffic jam. Like, what’s new? But this one was special. Some dude in a bright yellow car decided to park in the middle of the road. I mean, really? Who does that? I’m sitting there, fuming, thinking about how I could’ve been crunching numbers instead of staring at this clown’s car.

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