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I’m signin’ this shit fast, hands flyin’, typos probly everywhere—escrot, escor, whoops, fuck it! Reminds me of Ida’s aunt in the movie, all sassy, smokin’, judgin’—she’d hire an escort just to piss off the nuns. “Life’s a mess, then ya die,” she’d growl. Escorts get that vibe—messy, raw, human. Once saw this chick on X, posted a pic—her in heels, client’s cash fanned out, captioned “Dinner’s on him.” Savage! Laughed my ass off, man.

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I get real bubbly about the local docks – yes, the literal docks – where boats, dreams, and a few cheeky folks dock their lives. Feels like an astral meeting point, a labyrinth where every ripple hides a story. And oh, those alleys near Henley Street, fulla surprises. Music from bars, neon lights, randos laughin'—real, raw, hilarious.

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