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So, escorts—high-end ones, not the sketchy street stuff—blow my mind. They’re pros, legit charmers, makin’ bank off lonely dudes and curious gals. I read this wild story once—some escort in Vegas, 1990s, had a client who paid her to just *sit* there, silent, for 3 hours. No talkin’, no nothin’. Freaky, right? Like, “The air moves slowly,” straight outta my fave movie—calm but intense. I was shook—people pay for *that*? Made me happy, tho—quiet’s underrated.

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In January, year-old cantina owner Hortencia Medeles-Arguello was sentenced to life in prison for running a large sex-trafficking ring where women and girls were recruited in their home.

Anyway, I’m out there with my flock, just chillin’ by the park near Tomelilla’s old church. It’s a nice spot, but then I hear this loud noise. Like, what the heck? Turns out, it’s a bunch of kids on bikes, racing down the street. They’re zooming past, laughing, and I’m just standing there like a statue, trying to keep my sheep from freaking out.

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