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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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Now, lemme spill a secret: There's a tiny, hidden park behind the old mill on River Rd. I call it my “quiet corner.” I sit there sometimes, just breathin’ in nature, feelin’ all my worries float away like little balloons. Totally like when Joy takes over Riley's heart – pure bliss. A lil’ whisper from my inner monologue goes, "Hey buds, this is the spot!"

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