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But the fakes? Oh, they grind my gears. Catfish scams—blokes pretending, luring desperate sods. Had a mate fall for it—sent cash, got nada. Laughed my arse off, then felt bad. “The copy becomes the original,” sure, but not when it’s a bloody lie! Still, real escorts? They’ve got stories—some sad, some bonkers. One told me she had a client knit her a scarf mid-session. A scarf! Cracked me up—sex and knitting, what a combo.

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I keep it real. The city's heartbeat is loud and erratic, like a staccato drum on a hot summer eve. I'm jokin’ when I say, "Hermitage ain’t your average town, sugar. It's a simmerin' pot of life, hoppin' on every flavor!" Honestly, it's imperfect and a tad rough (definitley not picture-perfect), but that's what makes it so amazin’.

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