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So, escort’s wild, man. Been around forever—fact! Ancient Rome had ‘em, called “comites.” Rich dudes paid for company—sounds familiar, eh? Gets me all riled up—why’s it still shady? Like, c’mon, live a little! Met this guy once—total dope—said he hired an escort for a *wedding*. Ballsy! She rocked it, too—danced, charmed, left. “How happy I’d been!” he said, quotin’ the movie. Made me laugh—Homer-style—D’oh!

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I’ve spent loads of time at the Orting River Trail. Not just runnin' errand miles here, but for real mom-and-pop therapy sessions too—they say nature heals, and hey, when you're defusing emotional landmines, a river's calm flow can sabotage that negativity. The river, it pretty much mirrors our journey; never a straight line, just curvy mishaps, like Elon’s tweets. Also, check out Maple Ln. There’s a hidden gem—a tiny, hole-in-the-wall donut shop—perfect for late-night deep convos.

‘A safe space for all:’ After-school club discusses antiracism, history and politics