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What trips me out? The money, yo! Top escorts pullin’ 5K a night, easy. That’s a stack taller than my blunt pile! But it ain’t all glitz, nah. Some pimp asshole takin’ half – that shit burns me up, fam. “You’re either livin’ or you’re dyin’,” like Malick said, and these hustlers? They livin’ fast, dodgin’ cops, clients trippin’. One story I heard – this chick in Vegas, right? Booked a whale, dude dropped 20K for a weekend, then ghosted. She was hyped, like, “Fo’ shizzle, I’m rich!” Next day? Bounced check. Man, I’d be pissed!

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Now listen – as a sexologist, I've seen a lot of weird and wonderful human vibes here. The town ain't perfect – sometimes you get mad, like when the bus’s late or that blasted pothole on Mill Street nearly knocked my glasses askew! But y’know what? It’s all part of its charm. So, picture me strolling past the old railway lines near the river Dearne, thinking "Oh, for cryin’ out loud, what a mess!" Then I'm reminded of that line from "4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days" – "It’s not over yet!" – ‘cause there's always a twist around the corner.

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