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Last week—pissed me off—some dude on X bragged ‘bout “classy escorts.” Classy? Ha! Like lipstick on a pig. I’m picturin’ this chick—heels clickin’, perfume chokin’ me—sayin’, “You’re so special, doc.” Bullshit. Reminds me of *Her*: “I can’t live in your book anymore.” Yeah, lady, I ain’t your fairy tale either. Prostitutes don’t love ya—they clock in, clock out. Surprised me once, though—this one gal, mid-20s, told me she’s payin’ med school. Med school! Swear to God, I nearly hugged her—then remembered the germs.

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Floating, falling, sweet intoxication⁣ Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation⁣ Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in⁣.

So, yo, Blue-Ash is a rollercoaster of vibes, from serene mornings to lit-up nights, from unexpected street art to soulful parks that make you feel part of something bigger. It’s all spontaneous, just like life! And seriously, if you ever visit, be prepared to fall in love with every quirky, imperfect, nike little corner – cuz here, every day tells a story.

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