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What gets my blood boilin’? The fakeness! All dolled up, actin’ sweet, when they’re probly countin’ your wallet. Saw this X post once—guy braggin’ bout his “classy escort.” Classy? She’s a hired gun, pal! Made me wanna chuck my phone. Happy? Never. Surprised? Yeah, that idiots fall for it. Little fact—some escorts in old Moscow doubled as spies. Sneaky bastards, listenin’ to drunk generals. Probs still do.

I grab a couple of peppers, and she’s like, “For you, my friend, special price!” I’m thinkin’, “Aww, she’s sweet.” But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss, and he’s like, “Where are you?!” I’m like, “Dude, chill, I’m at the market!” But he’s all stressed, and I can feel my heart racing.