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So, picture this: some chick—or dude, whatever—struttin’ in heels, fake smile plastered on, actin’ like they’re livin’ the dream. Everybody lies, tho. They’re sellin’ a fantasy, not love, and clients? Ha! They’re buyin’ it, thinkin’ it’s real. Pisses me off—how dumb can ya be? But then, I get it. Loneliness sucks. Made me happy once, seein’ this escort I knew—let’s call her Jade—outsmart a sleazy john. She quoted him double, pocketed the cash, and ghosted. Savage.

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Rib-Mountain’s got its quirks. Its streets spin, its twists are endless. Over there on Chestnut Ln., I once saw a double sunset. No joke, man, it was like two dreams merging—super trippy. Ribs are alive, and every corner tells a story.

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