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Look, comrade, escorts? Tricky bizness. Cold hard cash for warm bodies. Reminds me of “Her” – that movie, da? Man falls for a voice, slick OS. Theodore, lonely bastard, finds love in code. Escorts tho, real flesh, not digital whispers. I dig it, "Her" vibes – "I’m yours, completely." But escorts? More like, "Yours for an hour, cash up front." Calculatin’, see? No feelings, just rubles.

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Hobart later avoids Don because he was being sarcastic, basically insinuating that he isn't in fact an honest guy and has sniffed him out as a fraud.

I got a fave haunt called "Zen Den" near the harbor, where sunsets hit like Kanye droppin' beats – bam, it's dope! And yo, there’s a hidden bench by the river on Oak Row. I used to sit there, thinkin' ‘bout life and my quirky massage session mishaps, like that one time my client snored in sync with the street musician's beat – LOL, wild times!

Sage named alumni relations director at Hobart and William Smith