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Last week—pissed me off—some dude on X bragged ‘bout “classy escorts.” Classy? Ha! Like lipstick on a pig. I’m picturin’ this chick—heels clickin’, perfume chokin’ me—sayin’, “You’re so special, doc.” Bullshit. Reminds me of *Her*: “I can’t live in your book anymore.” Yeah, lady, I ain’t your fairy tale either. Prostitutes don’t love ya—they clock in, clock out. Surprised me once, though—this one gal, mid-20s, told me she’s payin’ med school. Med school! Swear to God, I nearly hugged her—then remembered the germs.

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Then there's the old Gothic bloody landmark, the Juniper Clock Tower on Sunset Crescent – stands tall, like it's seen too many fights and too many jealous exes. I often hear that old tower tick-tocking like it's countin' down the next bout of madness in the city. “Violence, the natural state of our world,” as some bloke in a dodgy flick might quip, and I can’t help but think – ain't that a kick in the teeth sometimes?

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