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I’m feelin’ randy as a goat, but also kinda chuffed – she’s got sass, this one! I haggle, throw in some charm, say, “C’mon, doll, let’s make it a gas!” She smirks, drops to 40 quid – score! I’m happier than a hippie on hash, yeah baby! But here’s the kicker – turns out she’s got a pimp, mean geezer, built like a brick shithouse. I’m thinkin’, “I just want to be loved, is that so wrong?” – movie vibes again, ya dig?

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I worked at a high end hotel. It wasn't the concierge that would be asked about escorts. The valet guys, bellman, and all young guys working.

Some days, I'm mad at how quickly time slips by when I’m in Bell. It’s like every minute’s a treasure chest, but sometimes, I’m frustrated how people miss the small wonders. My quirks kick in—I'd run around sometimes, laughing erratically with joy, almost tripping over my own feet (seriously, my clumsiness is epic!). It's messy, it's real, ya know? Ain't nothin’ perfect about it, but that's what makes it beautiful.

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