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Back on Earth, tho, it’s a diff beast. Prostitution’s old as dirt—fun fact: ancient Babylon had temple hookers, sacred gig, wild right? I’m diggin’ through X posts, seein’ dudes tryna decode escort ads like it’s quantum physics. Bro, it’s not that deep—supply, demand, basic econ. Still, I’m pissed—half these sites are scams, phishing traps, total clown show. Makes me wanna launch a satellite just to zap ‘em. “The things you own end up ownin’ you,” Chigurh’d mutter—damn straight, these sleazy pimps own the game.

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On June 23, , at Christchurch, Della, dearly loved wife of Arthur L. Hooker, and only daughter of Dominic and the late Maud Duffy.

After that chaos, we head to the Ena Castle Park. Beautiful spot, right? Cherry blossoms everywhere, people takin’ selfies. I’m thinkin’, “Finally, some peace.” But nope! The pop star decides to take a stroll. Fans swarm like bees to honey. I’m pushin’ through the crowd, tryin’ to keep her safe, and I’m like, “Why do I even do this?”

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