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I hit up X, scrollin’ posts, searchin’ “find a prostitue”—typo intentional, I’m sloppy as hell. Some dude’s like, “check truck stops,” and I’m like, what?! That’s grim, yo, but lowkey genius. I’m imaginin’ me, pullin’ up, yellin’, “You stole my heart, now pay me!” like Amélie’s dreamy-ass love notes. Hilarious, right? But real shit, it’s risky—cops, creeps, all that noise. Got me mad as hell thinkin’ bout the danger they face daily.

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While I've never hired a prostitute, I've known more than a few women who stipped, worked as escorts or prostitutes. I've met some women with some pretty outside the bellcurve paraphilas .

The city is alive, messy, and radiant all at once. Its streets, sounds, and people echo every secret and every joyful tear. I wouldn't change a thing, even with my quirky, hasty scribble-like words (oops, fifteen, no wait, sixteen typos, right? oh, crapy, my bad!). It's Merida (es), my heart, my home, and my story. Enjoy every crooked, beautiful inch of it, precious, yes, yes.

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