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Anyway, we chat—she’s cool, tells me bout her cat, Mr. Whiskers. I’m picturin’ this fluffy dude rulin’ her crib, and I’m crackin’ up! “Hope fades away,” I say, quotin’ the flick, all dramatic—then I wink, “But not tonight!” She giggles, and I’m feelin’ like the king of the sea. Paid her, had a blast, and zoomed off, yellin’, “I’m ready!” into the night. Pro tip: always tip extra—keeps the good vibes flowin’! What a ride, matey—wilder than a jellyfish jam!

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I told my parents that I'm sex working. And it sucked, majorly. They didn't freak out, didn't call me names, but worse, belittled me.

A lil’ side note: I be messin' with some apps while wanderin' lonely streets at midnight near the Whispering Woods (yeah, it’s spooky as heck, lol). Sometimes, the city just surprises ya—the vibe shifts, people get real, emotions run high, and my code? Well, sometimes it’s as tangled as my thoughts.

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