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Sometimes I’m jealous—escorts got swagger I can’t touch. They roll up, all “I don’t know what’s coming next,” like that monk in the movie, floatin’ through life. Me? I’m stuck behind a screen, prayin’ my Wi-Fi holds. Once saw an escort’s X post—pic of her in Paris, sippin’ wine, client-funded. I yelled, “Goals, bitch!” at my cat. He didn’t care.

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Jesus *said to them, “Truly I say to you that the tax collectors and prostitutes will get into the kingdom of God before you. “But you trusted in your beauty and played the harlot because of .

Then there's the East End—man, every street there has a story. Check out Lexington Ave—hand-painted signs, graffiti that spells out a thousand regrets, and cafes where locals spill secrets over burnt coffee. Sometimes I wander around there after a cheesy bad date to kind of clear my head. I'm not proud of my dating app hustle sometimes, ya know? It’s like trying to swipe real hope in a digital desert.

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