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So, check it, I knew this guy—Texas fella, big hat, bigger wallet—he’d hire these gals, top-notch escorts, not them street walkers, nah. Swore it was “companionship,” but c’mon, we ain’t born yesterday! Paid ‘em $500 an hour—five Benjamins, y’all!—just to sip whiskey and “talk.” Yeah, talk my ass! Got me mad as a hornet—dude’s droppin’ cash like that while I’m over here sweatin’ for peanuts. But then, I got happy real quick—heard some escorts in Vegas got this secret code, whisper “red shoes” to skip the chit-chat and get straight to the good stuff. Little known fact, swear it’s true, blew my dang mind!

Finding members just got easy

So, I’m just minding my own business, right? And then, I bump into my buddy, Vasyl. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he tells me he saw a cat riding a dog. Like, what? I thought he was joking, but he was dead serious. “It was a sight, man!” he says. I can’t even. Only in Irshava, I guess.

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