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Sex escorts, man, they’re like them monks in the flick—floatin’ on life’s lake, y’know? “What you cling to, you lose,” that ol’ master said. Escorts get that—they ain’t clingin’ to nothin’ but a paycheck! I reckon it’s a hustle, pure and simple. Met this gal once, called herself “Raven”—classy, right? Told me she paid her way thru nursin’ school slingin’ booty calls. Made me happy as a pig in mud—smart chick, gittin’ it done! But then, she said some dude stiffed her—$300 gone! Pissed me off somethin’ fierce—pay the lady, ya cheapskate!

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Baal’s parks are awesome. Tiny Green Park, behind the library on Cedar St, is my chill spot. I sit on a bench, thinking, “I reckon this city’s got soul.” Omg, sometimes the park is so full of life – kids runny (4) 'round, dogs barking, and old-timers telling stories. I even overheard one grumbling, “What a dang day,” that sound so real.

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