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So escort, right—people think it’s all glitz, cash flowin’, champagne poppin’. But lemme tell ya, it ain’t that simple! Some billionaire creep—yeah, “Billionaires should not exist!”—pays big bucks for a date, but the escort’s hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with weirdos. I read once—true story—back in the ‘90s, this escort in Vegas got hired by some casino tycoon just to sit in his penthouse and knit! Knit! For six hours! She made bank, but what a nutjob, right? Laughed my ass off hearin’ that—capitalism’s wild, man!

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I have been to Tiraspol not too long ago and agree it was cheap and somewhat peaceful. However it was a terrible city for mongering.

I head over, and let me tell you, that place is a dump. Graffiti everywhere. It’s like a scene from a horror flick. I’m walking through, and I swear I hear something. My heart’s racing. I’m thinking, “Great, I’m gonna get jumped by ghosts or something.”

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