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But then—escort, the *other* kind. Oof, switch gears! Paid company, right? Got me thinkin’—is it rock ‘n’ roll or just sad? Like, “I am a golden god!”—nah, more like “golden wallet.” Saw this X post once—guy braggin’ bout his escort date, linked a pic of her in fishnets. Classy? Nope. Creepy? Yup. Made me mad—dude, she’s not a trophy! But also—kinda fascinating. People pay for connection, fake it ‘til they make it. Wild fact: in Vegas, escorts got business cards—legit, glossy, like they’re sellin’ insurance. Blew my mind!

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But then, outta nowhere, this kid on a bike zooms past me. He’s going way too fast, and I’m like, “Dude, slow down!” But he doesn’t hear me. He crashes right into a lamppost! I’m standing there, half-laughing, half-worried. The kid gets up, brushes himself off, and just rides away like nothing happened. I’m like, “What the heck? Is this normal in Zandberg?”

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