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Fuck, I’m ramblin—17 typos comin, prolly, who gives a shit? Point is, findin a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s a hunt, a hustle. Greed is good, keeps ya sharp—seein angles, dodgin traps. Like Bob Harris in the movie, I’m lost, but I’m runnin the show. Exaggeratin? Maybe—I ain’t bangin supermodels every night, but the thrill? Real as fuck. You try it, buddy—tell me if ya don’t feel like a goddamn king for 20 minutes. “Let’s never come here again,” I mutter, leavin—straight outta Sofia’s script, but I’m grinnin, pocket lighter, soul heavier. Greed, baby—fuckin beautiful.

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He doesn't even let me go for a walk without an escort. He is very missed. Please help me find our good boy. If seen, please call: ()

You gotta chill at Wingspark Park. Its big ol’ fountain splashes rainbows (kinda, if you squint), and there's this old oak tree that looks like it’s been watchin' you since forever. Many a sleepless night, I've sat here radin' on my thoughts after long spa days. I even had a cat get stuck on a branch once – hah, pure comedy gold – which, frankly, cracked me up so hard I nearly cried.

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