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But real talk, it’s kinda sad too. She’s out here hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. Makes me mad—why’s it gotta be like this? System’s fucked. I’m overthinkin’ it, tho—classic me. “Let us remove our coats!” I blurt out, quotin’ the movie. She stares, like, “You good?” Nah, I’m just a weirdo tryna vibe. Anyway, we wrap it up—quick, no fuss. I’m walkin’ away, thinkin’— “Lobby boy, lobby boy,” chantin’ it in my head. Life’s absurd, man. Pigs and prostitutes—what’s next?

I’m 22 Years Old, I’m An Escort, & My Boyfriend Has No Idea…

I walked by the cracked door to see Josh in a room surrounded by women of every kind in another bar-like set-up. Cushions upon cushions of girls. The lightbulb clicked, and to be honest, it was .

First off, there's the insane energy on Maplebend Street. Man, those neon lights sparkle at night and the sidewalks buzz with tech geeks and hip couples. I built a half of my dating app there, swear! The vibe? Crazy contagious. I got so many callbacks that I almost burned my coffee! Haha, that's what she said, right?

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