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Here’s a tip, tho—don’t be a creep. Wanna find one? Hit the dive bars, late night, cash in hand—discrete, yo. But damn, the stigma? Infuriatin’. She’s makin’ ends meet, and I’m here fixin’ Fido’s fleas—who’s the real hero? “Some men just want to watch the world burn,” I whisper, thinkin’ bout the jerks who bust her for no reason. Exaggeratin’? Maybe—but I’d adopt her dog if she had one, swear.

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I remember this one time—seriously, though—it was, like, totally wild. I was giving someone a massage near the calm flows of the nearby, um, river (I think it’s called Manzanares, if I recall right), and a storm rolled in, like straight from nowhere. I was like, “I’m not f***ing leaving until I finish this job!” So surreal.

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