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But then—escort, the *other* kind. Oof, switch gears! Paid company, right? Got me thinkin’—is it rock ‘n’ roll or just sad? Like, “I am a golden god!”—nah, more like “golden wallet.” Saw this X post once—guy braggin’ bout his escort date, linked a pic of her in fishnets. Classy? Nope. Creepy? Yup. Made me mad—dude, she’s not a trophy! But also—kinda fascinating. People pay for connection, fake it ‘til they make it. Wild fact: in Vegas, escorts got business cards—legit, glossy, like they’re sellin’ insurance. Blew my mind!

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Sandpoint, bruh... it’s raw, it’s warm, it’s full of quirks. I might be a psychologist, but I’m just as smitten by the streets, the parks, and even the weird little alleys that hide secret memories. Trust me, once you sink your teeth into this city, you’ll never look back.

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