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So, escort’s wild – folks think it’s all glitz, but nah. It’s hustle, cash upfront, no promises. Back in the ‘80s – lil’ known fact – some escort ads hid in newspapers, coded like “call for a good time”. Sneaky as hell! Made me laugh, picturin’ grannies accidentally dialin’ in. Got me happy – love that old-school craftiness. But then, ugh, the judgy types – “oh, it’s immoral!” – piss me off. Chill, Karen, it’s just a job!

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So, I’m fuming a bit, but whatever. I head over to the park. It’s called Magor Marsh, and it’s beautiful. Birds chirping, the sun peeking through the clouds. I’m feeling zen, right? But then, I see this kid flying a kite. The kite gets stuck in a tree. Classic! The kid starts crying, and I’m like, “Dude, it’s just a kite!” But then I remember my childhood kites. Ugh, nostalgia hits hard.

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