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So, escort life—wild, right? Not just sex, nah, it’s deeper. Some dude in Victorian times—true story—hired one to just *talk* at his wife’s grave. Lonely bugger. Made me sad, man, like, tears hit hard. But then—bam!—others flaunt escorts like trophies. Pisses me off! Rich pricks in suits, “Look at me, I’m king!” YOU SHALL NOT PASS that ego here! *Tabu* vibes again: “Love is a crocodile tear,” and these fools cry cash, not heart.

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The neighborhoods? Man, they're on point. Over at Cedar Grove Lane, people hang out on the stoops, bangin' tunes and gossiping like there's no tomorrow. And then you got your hidden park, Sunrise Park (yeah, I know, but trust me, it's prime!). I used to so random walk there at like 4am – the dark, the city lights, beats echoing in your head – just pure, raw soul (yo, "Don't let it all fall apart!" echoes in my head sometimes too, ya feel me?).

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