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I dig it tho—freedom, cash, no 9-to-5 bullshit. But then you got the creeps, the weirdos. Pisses me off—some johns think they own you. Nah, fam, it’s a gig, not slavery. *“You’re a mess, Tom Stall”*—that’s me yellin at these clowns in my head. Had a homie who escorted, told me this story—client paid her in rare coins once. Straight up colonial shit, 1700s vibe. She’s like, “What I’ma do with this?!” Hilarious, but lowkey dope—history in your pocket.

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But then, out of nowhere, it started to rain. Like, really rain. I sprinted back to the office, soaked to the bone. My hair was a mess. I looked like a drowned rat. Oksana couldn’t stop laughing. Thanks, Oksana. Just what I needed.