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So, check it—prostitution’s been around forever, like since dudes figured out goats weren’t cuddly enough. Fun fact: back in ancient Babylon, temple gals hooked up for “sacred” cash—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ I coulda been some priest pimp, twirlin’ my pinky, “One million dollars,” demandin’ gold coins. Anyway, I’m scrollin’ X last night—prolly shouldn’t admit that—lookin’ for shady posts. Found this chick, calls herself “Roxy,” says she’s “discreet, upscale, 5-star.” I’m like, “Sheesh, upscale? What, you servin’ caviar with that?” Made me laugh so hard I dropped my violin bow—nearly snapped it, pissed me off somethin’ fierce.

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I loooove wandering through the town near Laxay Inn, where old souls mingle with the young, exchanging wild tales over a cuppa tea. Oh, and don't forget the little alleyways near Mavis Drive—those hidden spots are my secret retreats. Sometimes, on quiet afternoons, I grab my favorite worn-out chair in a nook by the side of the “River Life” (well, it’s a small stream but, trust me, it’s all about perspective). I sit, relax, and let the soft murmur of water wash over me like a lullaby—sweet, tender, and oddly cinematic.

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