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But yo, some clients? Trash. Had me mad as hell. Dudes actin’ entitled, like, *“I paid, so bow.”* Nah, son, respect the game! Reminds me of Haneke’s village—*“Evil grows in silence.”* Creeps me out, real talk. Still, some escorts flip it—boss energy. One time, this dude tried flexin’, she shut him down, kept the cash. Savage! YOLO, live that power.

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First thing, I hit the pavement on High Street. It’s buzzing, like always. People everywhere, doing their thing. I’m dodging prams and old folks like I’m in some kinda obstacle course. And then, bam! I trip over a bloody pothole. Classic Barkingside, right? I’m there, sprawled out like a starfish, and this old lady just cackles at me. Thanks, love. Real supportive.

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