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Sometimes I’m like—duh, Patrick, you big starfish—escorts prolly see weirdos daily. Fat guys in flip-flops, or fancy rich dudes cryin’. Haha, imagine one goin’, “Is this guy for real?” Prolly feels like that movie scene—“Love is not full of itself.” ‘Cept here, it’s cash, not love. Cha-ching!

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Excuse me? Can you say that again? I said I was an escort meaning that ehm you are in the sex industry no or better still no a prostitute no.

But then, I hear this loud commotion. Some guy’s yelling about a lost cat. I’m like, “Dude, chill! It’s just a cat!” But then I see the panic in his eyes. I get it. I mean, I’d freak if I lost a critter too. So, I help him look. We’re searching everywhere, and finally, we find the cat chillin’ on a roof. I’m like, “Seriously, cat? You had us worried!”

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