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“Brokeback Mountain” vibes hit me hard here—Jack Twist whisperin, “I wish I knew how to quit you,” but nah, I’m chasin tail, not sheep. Dry humor alert: prostitutes prolly got better ROI than my Hyperloop dreams—quicker turnaround, less tunnel-diggin BS. Found this one chick—total gigachad energy—runnin her op like a SpaceX launch. Precise. Efficient. Cash up front, no “to Mars” promises. Made me happy as hell—finally, somethin works without a 10-year delay!

Common prostitution myths

First off, I’m strolling down the High Street, and it’s packed. Like, what’s with all the people? I mean, it’s a small town, not London! I bump into this old dude, Mr. Jenkins, who’s always hanging around the post office. He’s got this wild story about how he once caught a fish the size of a car in the Kennet River. I’m like, “Sure, mate, and I’m the Queen of England.” But hey, it’s Hungerford, so who knows?

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