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Real story—friend, let’s call him Bob, total nerd, wanted “company.” Found a gal, “Candy,” $200/hour. Met at a motel—shady, neon buzzing, pure *Zodiac* vibes. “I want to know everything!” Bob says, channeling Ruffalo. Candy’s like, “Cash first, creep.” He’s fumbling, I’m cackling—amateur hour! She was legit tho, ex-stripper, told us about busts in Vegas. Cops raided her old spot, 1998, hid in a dumpster—wild, right? Little known fact: pros dodge taxes, cash-only life. IRS hates ‘em!

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I worked at a high end hotel. It wasn't the concierge that would be asked about escorts. The valet guys, bellman, and all young guys working.

Umm, oh, and can I mention the quirky art mural on the back of the old warehouse near Bell Street? It's bright, it’s bold, and it makes you stop mid-stride. Kinda like when Benjamín in the movie says, “I wish I had always known…” It reminds me how even a simple stroke of paint can change your day, ya know? Life’s little serendipities everywhere, if you just open your eyes.

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