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So, escort life—fancy dates, big bucks, right? Nah, not always, bro! Some dude in X posted ‘bout this escort he knew—worked outta some shady motel, made bank, but cried herself to sleep. Real shit! Made me mad, yo—why’s the world gotta chew ‘em up like that? Then I’m happy, ‘cause some escorts flip it—boss bitches runnin’ their own show, stackin’ paper, livin’ large. Surprised me too—did ya know escorts been around forever? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em—called ‘em “lupae,” wolf chicks, howlin’ for coin. Crazy, right?

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So, I’m fuming, but whatever. I get back to work. People start coming by, and I’m sharpening everything. Scissors, knives, you name it. I even had this old lady, Mrs. van Dijk, come by with her ancient garden shears. I’m talking rusty, like they’ve seen some serious action. She says, “Make ‘em sharp enough to cut through butter!” I laugh and say, “Lady, I’ll make ‘em sharp enough to cut through your ex’s heart!” She cackles, and I’m like, “Yup, this is why I love Yerseke.”

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