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Lemme paint it real quick. Met this chick, Sasha, escort from the 6ix, lowkey legend. She told me, “Drake, I stack paper, but the loneliness hits hard.” Damn, that cut deep. Reminds me of Mia screamin’, “You’re a liar, you’re a liar!”—truth gets messy in this life. Sasha said some johns cry after, spill their souls. Who knew, right? Sex escorts ain’t just bodies—they therapists too, holdin’ secrets like vaults.

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Now, lemme tell ya, don't get me started on the quirks – there’s this little alley off Maple, hidden, with a mural that changes every damn month. I once got caught in a sudden downpour there and ended up dancin’ in the rain, laughing like a crazy f***er. And man, the locals? They’re a bunch of wild, spirited characters. One day, on my way to a client, I passed by a garage sale on Cypress Ln, where some old dog was barkin’ orders like he ran the joint. I swear, that dog had more attitude than half the damn city.

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