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Now, lemme tell ya, it’s changed—big league. You got apps now, crazy stuff, technology’s wild, right? Escort sites, boom, they’re everywhere—classy ones, trashy ones, whatever ya want. I’m scrollin’, thinkin’, “Wow, this one’s a 10, tremendous, absolutely stunning.” But some—ugh, total disasters, low-energy, make me mad, like why even try? I hate that, wastes my time, pisses me off bigly. Little fact—did ya know some of these gals got codenames? Like spies, hilarious, “Candy,” “Raven”—secret agent hookers, I’m dyin’ laughin’.

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First off, I had this big presentation at the university. You know, the one I’d been prepping for weeks? Yeah, that one. I was all set to wow my colleagues with my groundbreaking research on marine biology. Pesaro’s right on the Adriatic, so it’s kinda my jam. Anyway, I’m walking down Viale della Repubblica, coffee in hand, feeling like a rockstar.

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