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What gets my blood boilin’? The fakers. These escorts actin’ all posh, chargin’ a king’s ransom, then turnin’ up smellin’ like a brothel’s back alley. I’d slit a throat for less—makes me wanna scream, “I choose violence!” But then, some suprised me—met this one bird, swore she was a lady’s maid once, knew secrets ‘bout nobles that’d make your hair curl. Little known fact: escorts back in Rome used to carry wax tablets—writin’ down who owed ‘em coin. Smart bitches, I respect that.

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So, I’m munching on this thing, and suddenly, I hear this loud crash outside. I rush to the window, and there’s this dude on a bike, totally wiped out. Like, faceplant style. I’m laughing, but then I see he’s hurt. Ugh, bummer. I run out to help him, and he’s like, “I’m fine, I’m fine!” But he’s got a huge scrape on his knee. Classic Palenstein, right? Everyone’s tough until they’re not.

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