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Sex escorts, man, they’re like them monks in the flick—floatin’ on life’s lake, y’know? “What you cling to, you lose,” that ol’ master said. Escorts get that—they ain’t clingin’ to nothin’ but a paycheck! I reckon it’s a hustle, pure and simple. Met this gal once, called herself “Raven”—classy, right? Told me she paid her way thru nursin’ school slingin’ booty calls. Made me happy as a pig in mud—smart chick, gittin’ it done! But then, she said some dude stiffed her—$300 gone! Pissed me off somethin’ fierce—pay the lady, ya cheapskate!

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First off, I decided to hit up the local café on High Street. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual – a flat white and a bacon sarnie. But guess what? They were outta bacon! Like, how do you run outta bacon? It’s a café, not a vegan retreat! I was fuming. I mean, who runs outta bacon?

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