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Lemme paint it: escort ain’t just “pay for play,” nah, it’s a whole *mood*. Think dark bars, fake laughs, and eyes that scream “I’m lost.” Like, I read this story once—some escort in Vegas, called herself “Starlight,” real name was Debra, had a pet iguana named Carl. She’d tell clients Carl picked her outfits! Wild, right? Nobody knows *that* kinda stuff, but it’s the real escort tea. Makes me chuckle, like—dang, Carl’s runnin’ the game!

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A year ago, revelations that Secret Service agents had hired prostitutes during a presidential trip to Cartagena, Colombia, triggered the most embarrassing.

Oh, btw, my fav hangout is this offbeat bistro at Liberty St. People pop in for a slice, spill their guts to strangers, or just vibe on their own problems. I often joke with myself, “Where’s my couch?” when families rush past chattin' ‘bout their issues like misfired stocks. So bipolar, ya know? One moment joy, next moment a meltdown—mad, happy, straight-up unpredictable.

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