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Sometimes I wonder—Llewyn’d prob bang an escort, write a song bout it. “Where’s its pussy?”—he’d ask, lost in his haze, missin the point. Me? I’d tip extra, just for the balls it takes. Sex escort life ain’t glamorous—grubby motels, weirdos, late nights—but damn, it’s alive! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares? It’s raw, messy, and fuckin human. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—that’s my take, buddy!

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Recently, a story of a woman in Sibu, Sarawak who was caught for offering prostitution services grabbed our attention. The ‘wait, what?’ moment in the story is that the person who asked her .

Then, I bumped into an old client of mine. Let’s call her Anna. She looked like she’d seen better days. I mean, her hair was a mess, and she had that “I just survived a tornado” look. We chatted for a bit, and she told me about her latest drama. Apparently, her cat, Mr. Whiskers, went missing. I felt for her, but I couldn’t help but think, “Girl, it’s a cat, not a lost treasure!” But hey, I get it. Cats are like tiny furry dictators.

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