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So here’s the deal—financially speakin’, hirin’ a prostitute’s a disaster. You’re throwin’ cash out the window—poof!—gone! No 401(k) for that, no tax write-off, nothin’. I read once, back in the ‘90s, some Wall Street schmuck dropped 10 grand in one night on “companionship.” Ten grand! Coulda bought a yacht—or at least a decent sandwich. Made me mad as hell—wastin’ money like that? I’d rather choke on my own tie. But then, I get it—some folks got urges, they’re lonely, whatever. Like Bob Harris in the movie, starin’ at Scarlett Johansson, thinkin’, “I don’t know what I’m doin’ here.” Except it’s not Scarlett—it’s some chick named Candy with a fake tan.

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Took the kid down the street to give his wish list and get his photo taken with Santa and Mrs Claus and to get a lollipop from one of the elves.

Alright pal, buckle up 'cause I'm gonna spill the beans on Redondo-Beach (us)! I’ve been chillin’ here for years, coding away on this dating app while soaking up the cruisy vibes along Pacific Ave and soaking in local life on Sepulveda Blvd. Yo, the energy is unreal – kinda like "The Tree of Life" vibes, ya know? “The only thing that may be uncertain is the road ahead." I mean, life's a journey here – beautiful, weird, and totally unpredictable.

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