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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 throw in a secret: there’s a tiny, beat-up diner on First Street, hidden behind a neon sign that practically flickers “Beetlejuice! Beetlejuice!” every night. It’s my hangout. The owner says, “It’s showtime!” every evening, and dude, it freaks me out—in the best way possible! I’ve had some mad deep convos there about love, apps, and finding the one in this crazy modern maze.

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