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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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As a member of the pragmatist and anti- utopian Labor Party, his successful career had yielded that curious paradox, a socialist baronetcy (for Peaslake, Surrey).

So, buddy, that's my wild ride through PPyhaeselkae. Quaint corners, quirky vibes, and drippy secrets lurkin' behind every turn. Life here is raw, real, and sometimes a bit off-kilter – just the way I like it. Remember, "Memories... they won’t fade." And just like Arnold says, "I’ll be back!" So get ready for a trip, cause this city's got soul, guts, and a big, beating heart.

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