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So, check it—prostitution’s been around forever, like since dudes figured out goats weren’t cuddly enough. Fun fact: back in ancient Babylon, temple gals hooked up for “sacred” cash—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ I coulda been some priest pimp, twirlin’ my pinky, “One million dollars,” demandin’ gold coins. Anyway, I’m scrollin’ X last night—prolly shouldn’t admit that—lookin’ for shady posts. Found this chick, calls herself “Roxy,” says she’s “discreet, upscale, 5-star.” I’m like, “Sheesh, upscale? What, you servin’ caviar with that?” Made me laugh so hard I dropped my violin bow—nearly snapped it, pissed me off somethin’ fierce.

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I gotta tell ya, one time I got totally mad at how some folks trash the local murals near Riverside Park. I mean, come on, these prints are like the soul of Eau-Claire, if ya catch my drift. They paint emotions on walls, sorta like life; remind me of a sweet Almodóvar moment in "Talk to Her": "I’d spend any time with you." It's deep, man, and makes you think about disrespecting art.

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