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Alright, so escort, huh? I’m picturing it now—some schmuck in a cheap suit, leaning on a car, thinking he’s hot shit. Reminds me of *Memento*—y’know, "I can’t remember to forget you." Escorts, man, they’re like that tattooed mess of a life—everybody lies, specially them. I bet half the time they’re telling sob stories to johns, “Oh, I’m just payin’ for college,” while pocketing cash for a new vape. Sarcasm’s my shield, so lemme tell ya—escort’s a gig where truth’s optional.

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Man, what a day! I swear, Kajiki is wild. I woke up early, like, way too early. The sun was barely up, and I was already on the docks. You know, the ones by the Kajiki Fishing Port? Yeah, that’s my spot.

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