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Oh, and the cash? Insane! Top escorts pull bank—thousands a night. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares, sounds dope. “This is our time”—*Spotlight* vibes again—escort’s their time, their hustle. Me, I’d probly suck at it—too awkward, haha. “Hello, Clarice,” I’d say, then trip over my damn boots. Still, I dig the grit, the guts it takes. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—I’d feast on their stories, not their souls. Escort’s raw, messy, human—kinda like me, fightin’ fires from the sky. Whaddya think, pal? Crazy world, huh?

Gone Shopping: The Commercialization of Same-Sex Desire

Before the internet, escorts would place ads in local gay-orientated newspapers for clients, who would contact them and arrange appointments. The male sex work.

I gotta say, Beacon-Square (us) is kinda like a gigantic, caffeinated circuit board spitting out bits of joy and sorrow all day. No star-studded perfection here – just raw, unfiltered cosmic vibes and occasional, accidental 14 typos sprinkled through the memos of my heart: speding, cosmic, nite, luv, astral, beb, whuz, neva, thru, qstion, flippin, spacy, whirrd, and oh, rad!

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