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So, I’m picturin’ this—some dude, all pathetic, hirin’ an escort ‘cause he’s got no game. Reminds me of that line, “I’m not afraid of death,” but dude, you’re afraid of bein’ alone! Escorts swoop in, all sexy and fake-smiley, and I’m like—damn, that’s smart! They’re cashin’ in on losers! Little known fact—back in the day, like 1800s, escorts were called “courtesans,” fancy as hell, bangin’ kings and shit. Now? They’re just a phone call away, no crown needed!

Would you date a woman who used to be an escort?

Let's say you meet a woman. She is everything you've been looking for -- fun, easy going, witty, cute, whatever boxes you have, she checks them.

Then, outta nowhere, my phone buzzes. It’s my girl, Lisa. She’s like, “Hey, wanna grab lunch?” I’m thinkin’, “Sure, but I’m knee-deep in machine guts.” But I can’t say no to her. So I’m like, “Yeah, meet ya at Joe’s on 3rd.”

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