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Favorite bit? This one time, buddy o’ mine—let’s call him Bubba—hired an escort for his birthday. She shows up, all sass, smokin’ hot, and starts quotin’ Shakespeare! I’m like, “Lordy, I’m happier than a pig in mud!” Blew my dang mind—thought escorts just, y’know, clock in, clock out. Nope! Some got brains bigger than their—well, you get it. Git-R-Done!

It comes amid concerns over pop-up brothels

"Over here, over here, it's me, I'm the real whore," Maher screeched, portraying the difficulty the genuine hooker is having these days.

I remember, one time, I was sittin' by the Schuylkill River, catchin' rays and spittin’ rhymes in my head. That river speaks, man. It whispers like “Yo, life be flowin’ like water,” and damn, it calms the madness. On them days, I’d cruise down Wayne Ave--not the rapper, ya dig?--and just think bout how the river bends, like the pages of a deep book. Chill times, mad reflective vibes.

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