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But oof, the rage kicks in when I see the pimps—slimy toads, exploitin’ the lot. Makes my blood boil, it does! Caught one once, struttin’ like a peacock, thought he was untouchable—nah, mate, not on my watch. Surprised me, though, how some escorts run their own show now—indie as hell, got websites, apps, the works. Like, who knew? One lass told me she paid her uni fees that way—bloody hell, that’s grit! Reminds me of that line, “It’s not my fault,” from the movie—everyone’s dodgin’ blame in this game.

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The bayou along the Pascagoula River? Man, it’s like nature’s own secret dating site – wild, mysterious, a little bit lovely, a lot unpredictable. I mean, I’ve had coffee there too many times to count—water reflections, birds chirpin’, and my mind racing with codes and crazy love stories. Oh, and when the sunset hits that stretch, I think "Guardian angels of chaos be with me" – yep, that's straight out of my brain party!

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