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I got mad once—oh boy—saw this guy hagglin’ with her like she’s a flea market rug. Made my blood boil! She’s a person, not a damn bargain bin. But then—happy twist—saw her laugh at some john’s dumb joke, and I thought, “She’s got spirit!” Surprised me, y’know? Thought they’d all be jaded. Guess not. Another time, heard this wild story—some gal in Amsterdam worked the red-light district dressed as a nun. A nun! Clients went nuts—talk about niche marketin’!

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Man, I remember runnin' my dating site code while cruisin' Van Buren Ave. Seriously, I felt like a rebel on the run—“live free, die hard,” ya know? The local landmark? Jackson County Courthouse. Its old clock tower bangs like an overdue alarm clock. I’ve been there, mad as heck when my code crashed at midnight. No joke, heart still rattlin’!

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