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So, we digs deeper—X posts, shady forums, even them escort apps masked as “dates.” Surprised me, how slick it’s gotten—tech’s king, like Zuckerberg’s empire! Hiss! Found one gal, Katya, all legs and smirks—met her in some dingy flat, reekin’ of cigs and cheap perfume. “What’s yer fantasy, skinny?” she says. Me, twitchin’, mutterin’, “Dunno, precious, just… company?” She laughs—fuckin’ rude!—but takes me cash anyway. Wasn’t mad, though—happy for once, yesss! Felt like, “I’m CEO, bitch!”—movie vibes, eh?

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So, I’m walking back down, and I trip. Classic me, right? I faceplant right in front of this cute girl. I’m mortified. She helps me up, and I’m like, “Thanks, I meant to do that.” Smooth, right? We end up chatting, and turns out she’s from Tokyo. We exchange numbers, and I’m feeling like a champ.

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