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What gets me goin’—the nerve of it all! People judgin’ escorts like they’re holier-than-thou. Makes me wanna scream! I’m over here, yellin’ at my TV, “You ever try datin’ in LA? It’s a nightmare!” Escorts are just cuttin’ through the BS—straight to the point, like Viggo smashin’ that guy’s nose in the diner scene. No small talk, no “how’s the weather”—just, “Here’s the deal, pal.” Efficient! I respect it! But then—then!—you got the creeps who ruin it. Sleazy dudes actin’ like they own ‘em. That pisses me off. I’m like, “Joey, how’s it feel to be a monster?”—y’know, that line from the movie? Fits perfect.

But then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud crash. I turn around, and some guy on a bike just wiped out. I mean, he’s sprawled out on the ground, and I can’t help but chuckle. But then I see he’s hurt, and I’m like, “Oh man, that’s rough.” I rush over to help him up. He’s all like, “I’m fine, I’m fine!” But his bike? Total wreck.

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