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But then—surprise! Dude’s story stinks. X post from his buddy shows him braggin’ bout hirin’ her. No robbery, just a flex gone wrong. I’m like, “You dumbass, you sank your own ship!” Kinda happy tho—case closed quick. Still, I’m annoyed he wasted my time. “It’s folk music, man,” I growl, channelin’ Llewyn’s vibe—pointless struggle, but catchy.

So you want to book a sex worker?

And just like that, all the anger and frustration melts away. Torcy might be chaotic, but it’s my chaos. I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Well, maybe for a croissant. But that’s a different story!

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