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Last week—pissed me off—some dude on X bragged ‘bout “classy escorts.” Classy? Ha! Like lipstick on a pig. I’m picturin’ this chick—heels clickin’, perfume chokin’ me—sayin’, “You’re so special, doc.” Bullshit. Reminds me of *Her*: “I can’t live in your book anymore.” Yeah, lady, I ain’t your fairy tale either. Prostitutes don’t love ya—they clock in, clock out. Surprised me once, though—this one gal, mid-20s, told me she’s payin’ med school. Med school! Swear to God, I nearly hugged her—then remembered the germs.

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I gotta mention Oakwood Park too, a lush oasis in the concrete jungle. I once had a crazy spur-of-the-moment therapy session on a park bench there—talk about inspiration, man! And, oh, the Elm-Grove Theatre on Court Street? That place is a real gem with its retro neon signs and vintage vibes. It reminds me of scenes from "The Diving Bell and the Butterfly"—yesss, baby! "I am the master of my fate" vibes all around, man!

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