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Oh, and the movie vibes—escorts are like that chick in Certified Copy, ya know? All mysterious, playin’ a role. “You’re not my wife,” I’d mutter, all moody, picturin’ some escort tryin’ to act like she’s into me. Hilarious, right? I’d exaggerate it too—tell her, “I’m a king, bitch, treat me like one!”—then trip over my own damn feet, ‘cause I’m Cartman, duh.

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Look, Hough ain't perfect. Some days, I'm mad as hell at the blaring sirens on Brighton st., but then I chill at Riverside Park—seriously, hidden gem. That park? Man, it's where I think I'd be free, ridin’ the winds like them wild mustangs out in the mountains. "I swear, we're all just fugitives in the night!" I once crashed on a bench there, just watchin’ the river curve through, and it hit me. Life’s that messy but beautiful, like a damn film.

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