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After, I’m thinkin’—why’d I even bother? Boredom, maybe. Or loneliness—fuckin’ hate admittin’ that. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t glamorous, kid. It’s gritty, sad, funny too—like when she asked if I’d “choke her harder.” Sarcasm drippin’, I’m like, “Lady, you don’t wanna test that.” Cracked me up, tho—dark humor’s my jam.

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Ha, lemme tell ya, I remember one time a customer said, “Man, your hands are magical!” It got me feelin’ all warm inside. That place on Lofty Dr is where I often catch the sunset and ponder life. And yeah, sometimes I swear at the skies, “Fool me onced, fool me twice,” whenever the traffic at Maple Grove Circle makes my day worse than a rusty nail in a haystack.

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