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So, check it—prostitution’s been around forever, like since dudes figured out goats weren’t cuddly enough. Fun fact: back in ancient Babylon, temple gals hooked up for “sacred” cash—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ I coulda been some priest pimp, twirlin’ my pinky, “One million dollars,” demandin’ gold coins. Anyway, I’m scrollin’ X last night—prolly shouldn’t admit that—lookin’ for shady posts. Found this chick, calls herself “Roxy,” says she’s “discreet, upscale, 5-star.” I’m like, “Sheesh, upscale? What, you servin’ caviar with that?” Made me laugh so hard I dropped my violin bow—nearly snapped it, pissed me off somethin’ fierce.

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Sometimes I hit the local dive bar on 5th and Vine. Locals mumble, “Lost souls, but we live it.” And I’m in the back, scribbling wild ideas about pleasure coaching and navigating heart vibes. So spontaneous and raw. Also, pro tip: shady alley behind the old library on Finch st. has the best street art if you squint just right. Crazy underrated, like a hidden verse in a punk anthem.

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