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Me? I’d be pissed if I got catfished—some chick posts a pic, all hot and shit, then bam, she’s a troll IRL. Like, “I ate octopus alive for this?!”—straight outta *Oldboy*. Happened to a buddy once—swore she was 25, turned out 50. Greed blinded him, man. But when it works? Oh, fuck yeah—happy as a pig in shit. Last time, this girl—legs for days—knew her worth, charged double. I’m like, “You’re tearing me apart!”—dramatic as hell, but I paid. Worth it.

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At the very least she was a paid escort, and she was pretty unscrupulous in other ways, so why would a little prostitution bother her?

While I’m workin’ on his hair, I hear this loud commotion outside. I peek outta the window on the main street, and there’s a parade or somethin’! Like, what? A parade in Aso? I didn’t even know we had those! Turns out, it’s some local festival. People are dressed up, dancing, and I’m just sittin’ there, stuck with Mr. Bedhead.

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