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So, escorts – fancy hookers, right? Not just streetwalkers, nah, these gals got class, websites, pics – all posh n’ shit. Me likey, makes me happy, them struttin’ like they own the night. But sneaky, too – “We don’t sell sex,” they wink, callin’ it “companionship.” Ha! Bullshit, we knows it, precious! Costs ya 200 bucks an hour for a “chat”? C’mon, who’s buyin’ that crap?

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Fontaine goes to a local motel to collect cash from Slick Charles, a fur-wearing pimp with a nose for cocaine and an eye for self-preservation.

Let me not forget Silverstream River. That water glides like a silent therapist. Its banks are perfect for reflection. I often sit there to ponder life's messy puzzles and dramatic twists. It's oddly calming – almost like Andrew Stanton’s words: "The sea did nothing to us." But boy, some days, stormy thoughts keep crashing like gnarly waves.

Tyrone Riley IV