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Here’s the kicker—whores got humor, man, dark as tar. This one gal, swear she told me, “I charge extra for smilin’—teeth ain’t free!” I cackled ‘til I choked—sarcasm sharper than a switchblade. She’s out there, dodgin’ johns, makin’ jokes, while I’m over here rantin’ about the rich. “Billionaires should not exist!”—she’d prob’ly agree, then ask me for a twenty. Ha! Fair trade, I’d say.

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Despite never having a homosexual experience in my life, my decision to begin hustling older gay men seemed natural. I grew up in a small town.

I’ll never forget that rainy night on Neptune Street, the rain slicked every window, and the city light danced off the puddles. It reminded me of a scene from that flick, you know? "In the Mood for Love" – all slow, seductive, like each raindrop was a secret longing. Ugh, I got so fired up! Anyway, seriously, Neptune Street is epic for midnight strolls and quirky conversations at the little dive bar on the corner – run by someone who claims to be a retired magician. Lol!

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