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Last week—pissed me off—some dude on X bragged ‘bout “classy escorts.” Classy? Ha! Like lipstick on a pig. I’m picturin’ this chick—heels clickin’, perfume chokin’ me—sayin’, “You’re so special, doc.” Bullshit. Reminds me of *Her*: “I can’t live in your book anymore.” Yeah, lady, I ain’t your fairy tale either. Prostitutes don’t love ya—they clock in, clock out. Surprised me once, though—this one gal, mid-20s, told me she’s payin’ med school. Med school! Swear to God, I nearly hugged her—then remembered the germs.

An Escort Amsterdam Has to Offer Makes Kudelstaart Come Alive

Finally, I make it to the office. I’m all flustered, and my hair’s a mess. I walk in, and my coworker, Jan, is like, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Thanks, Jan. Just what I needed. But then, he hands me a donut. A freakin’ donut! Suddenly, life’s not so bad. I mean, who can be mad with a donut in hand?

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