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Hmmmm, escort, you say? Me, a dental tech, yep, crowns and bridges all day, but escort? That’s a twist! Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… hate leads to suffering, right? Like, I’m thinkin’ bout these escort gigs—dentures for VIPs maybe? Ha! Imagine grindin’ molars for some fancy schmancy escort—wild!

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Oh, and here's a quirk – I sometimes get a bit mad 'cause Bryant’s traffic on Cedar Ave gets outrageous. It’s like, come on, folks! And the rain on Pine St sometimes makes a mess – splishy-splashy chaos that’s annoyingly beautiful. But hey, life’s a mix, right? Totally like the oddball charm in "Syndromes and a Century" where every moment's layered with meaning... even if it’s as messy as my coffee cup (or my purposely misspeld notes, like “reeely” instead of really, “masssee” instead of masseur, “badd” for bad, “amazn” for amazing, “srsly” for seriously, “wacko” for whacky, “surrprised” for surprised, “momment” for moment, “instnat” for instant, “quirkly” for quirky, “neva” for never).

Black Bears Swept by the Bryant Bulldogs