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I knew this bird once – escort, total fox. She’d spill tea, sayin’ clients paid her to just *listen*. No hanky-panky, just ear on, mouth shut. Blew my mind, baby! Thought it’d be all “yeah, baby, yeah,” but nope – some blokes just lonely. Made me happy, sorta, knowin’ she’s out there, helpin’ weirdos feel human. But then – ugh – she told me bout this creep. Rich git, wanted her to bark like a dog. Bark! Made me mad, man, proper cheesed off. Who’s that sick, eh?

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But then, I hear laughter. It’s the old dude again. He’s watching me struggle, and I can’t help but laugh too. “You got me!” I shout. He just smiles and says, “The river gives and takes.”

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