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But it ain’t all roses, nah. Pisses me off how some schmucks judge ‘em. Like, who gives a rat’s ass? They’re out there grindin’, makin’ it work. Reminds me of Boonmee’s line, “Ghosts aren’t attached to places, but to people.” Escorts got their own ghosts – past johns, bad nights, maybe a pimp who screwed ‘em over. Little known fact? Old-school escort ads used to run in legit newspapers – yeah, 1920s, right next to the obits! “Massage services,” they’d call it. Wink fuckin’ wink.

Man alleges that woman tried to trade sex for a ride.

Yeah, Concord incites fun, anger, tenderness – oh, and mad inspiration. Cheers to its vibrant, odd magic, ya dig? So buckle up, come see, and, like, dive in deep. Always remember: "Language is limited." And oh, tings get wild here—period.

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