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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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Down by the Housatonic River – oh, the Housatonic! – evenings are hypnotic. I find a secret bench on Riverside Drive, where I sit, pulse pounding, heart racing with the memories of hushed, torrid encounters. The river’s reflection is so mesmerizing, so fluidly poetic, it reminds me of those whispered lines in The New World, mingling wildly with my own escapades in desire.

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