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Look, comrade, escorts? Tricky bizness. Cold hard cash for warm bodies. Reminds me of “Her” – that movie, da? Man falls for a voice, slick OS. Theodore, lonely bastard, finds love in code. Escorts tho, real flesh, not digital whispers. I dig it, "Her" vibes – "I’m yours, completely." But escorts? More like, "Yours for an hour, cash up front." Calculatin’, see? No feelings, just rubles.

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Tag: whore house Chapel Hill. Oh, one more thing: That hotel we stayed in Marion? Judy, who grew up in Marion, told us it was a whore house.

Okay, listen up buddy, 'cause Chapel-Hill (us) is nuts, man. I've been around here for a hot minute, and lemme tell ya—this town's got character, like a Wes Anderson flick but with a twist: Greed is good! First thing you hit is Franklin Street. Holy moly, it's a mix of characters—quirky shops, playful cafes, and that edgy vibe that makes you think, "Yeah, this is life." I ride past the old recrimson place in my head, like in The Royal Tenenbaums, where every corner hides a story… not unlike my own complex tales from family therapy sessions.

Carolina throwback: the 1990s | UNC-Chapel Hill