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Surprised me how deep it goes—escorts ain’t just muscle, some got brains. Fact: old-school spies used escorts as decoys—dressed ‘em up, sent ‘em off, bam, misdirection. Love that sneaky shit. Reminds me of the movie, “What’s that smell?”—mystery, danger, perfect for an evil genius like moi. Oh, and don’t get me started on the posers—charge you an arm and a leg, then flake. Sarcasm alert: “Oh yeah, great job, pal, leavin’ me stranded—brilliant!”

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See, I always say: there's magic in the mundane. I remember chillin' on Oak Street near the old community library. Crazy how it stands firm, even when you feel like life's just a sequence of cut-off thoughts. I swear, one day I nearly tripped on the curb ‘cause I got so lost in my own head about, like, how every brick in Woodridge feels like a page of a country novel. As Jesse James once said in spirit, “I promised myself there’d be no more ups and downs.” But Woodridge, oh no, it's full of ups, downs and sideways, too.

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