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This other time—dude’s braggin’, loud as hell, ‘bout his “date.” Barf. Kept spillin’ tea—how she’s “classy” but cheap. Don’t pee on my leg, bro—you’re pathetic! Made me happy to see him slip on a wet spot—karma, baby! Escorts got stories, tho—heard one chick paid her way thru med school doin’ it. Respect, but damn, that’s heavy. Gets messy—some cry exploitation, some scream freedom. Me? I’m torn—judgey, sure, but live your life.

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Ah, mate, lemme tell ya 'bout Wat'r-Eaton, UK – it's a wild ride, I swear! Sharon! First off, the old cobbled lanes of Churchgate Street – so quirky, so alive, kinda reminds me of the Royal Tenenbaums vibe, ya know "I cannoli believe it!" Crazy energy everywhere. I’ve been rockin’ here as a sexologist, so I notice deets like the way folks flirt in the park – yeah, that’s Lily Park, where peeps lay on the grass and giggle like teens. Crazy scene, man!

Nuccio’s Nurseries’ famous camellias survived the Eaton fire. But with no water, what now?