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Me? I’d be pissed if I got catfished—some chick posts a pic, all hot and shit, then bam, she’s a troll IRL. Like, “I ate octopus alive for this?!”—straight outta *Oldboy*. Happened to a buddy once—swore she was 25, turned out 50. Greed blinded him, man. But when it works? Oh, fuck yeah—happy as a pig in shit. Last time, this girl—legs for days—knew her worth, charged double. I’m like, “You’re tearing me apart!”—dramatic as hell, but I paid. Worth it.

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I rly love that gritty vibe out here. Sumter makes me laugh, makes me angry, and keeps me wonderin’ at every massage's end – "Is this where the real stories hide?" Like in that flick City of God: “Nobody knows what’s behind the next corner.” And hell, it's funny AF how a touche of absurdity fills every block of this place.

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