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So, where you at? Big city, prolly. Web’s got escorts now, fancy shit. X posts say it’s all “discreet”—yeah, right! Costs like 100 bucks an hour, cheap ones sketchier. I’d be pissed if they scammed me—hate that. “Whoa,” imagine the nerve! Once saw this gal, fishnets, smokin—thought, “She’s got stories.” *Holy Motors* line hits: “What makes me me?” She’s playin a role, like me in *Matrix*. Deep, huh?

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Now, I'm gonna be honest, sometimes I get mad at the bureaucracy—fool me once, fool me twice, right? Sometimes the town council seems like a bunch of squeaky wheel folks. But I'm happy too, 'cause every corner has a story. Like that one day when I bumped into an old friend near Turquoise Trail—there was this rough-and-tumble charm in the air, like that magical moment in Before Sunset when everything just clicks.

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