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So, I’m imaginin’ it—me, Larry, sidlin’ up, all curious. “Hey, darlin’, what’s your story?” Slow talk, ya know, diggin’ deep. She’s prob’ly heard every line, rolls her eyes—“You got cash or what?” I’d laugh, say, “Champagne wishes, baby!”—my old catchphrase, heh. But real talk, it’s a transaction, quick’n dirty. Monty’s line pops in—“You had it all, and you threw it away.” Hits ya, right? Some folks choose this, some fall into it. Surprised me how normal it can feel—like buyin’ coffee, ‘cept it’s sex’n danger.

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I cant lie, dude- im a bit hyper sometimes, like err, i keep repeating "we come in peace!" because it gets on my mind when I'm stressed or super jazzed about a new technique. In these moments, time kinda splits, and the city becomes a canvas of every tiny sound, smell, and vibe.

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