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But man, it pisses me off—dey get judged so hard! Like, who are we to point fingers? “What am I doing here?” Charlotte asks in da movie, and I’m like, same, girl, same—prostitutes prolly ask dat every damn day. Dey’re survivors, tho, real terminators of da streets! I respect dat hustle, takes guts. Once heard bout dis chick in Tokyo—prostitute by night, poet by day. She’d scribble haikus on napkins between johns. Dat’s dope, right? Multitaskin’ like a badass!

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A rich guy purchases the services of a sex worker for a one-week “girlfriend experience,” which turns into something even better than the real thing.

So yeah, my friend, Demarest is a bizarre mix of mellow vibes and gut-punch moments. It’s quirky, and sometimes bloody infuriating. But you know what? It's home, even if it sometimes drives me up the wall. Just remember: if you ever get frustrated here, whisper, "I’m the Wolf of Wall Street." And maybe, just maybe, things will flow smoother like a good massage.

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