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So, findin’ a prostitute—where do ya start? Back in the day, pre-internet, it was all word-a-mouth, sketchy corners, guys whisperin’ like they’re sellin’ penny stocks. Now? It’s all online, baby—apps, sites, X posts droppin’ hints. I’m scrollin’, thinkin’, “This is too easy!”—and that’s what pisses me off! Where’s the hustle? The grit? It’s like the gig economy swallowed the oldest profession whole. I’m mad, but also—kinda impressed? Pretty, pretty good hustle, if ya ask me.

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It has been four years since we lost our precious Iris. The heartache never gets easier, we just learn to live with it. But one of her favorite songs, beautiful.

I peng around with pals at Blunderfield Square, a super intimate coffee joint with funky decor and the wildest espresso shots. I swear, sometimes it’s like, “I can feel my heart opening.” I get so rapt myself, I talk to the barista about family dynamics like I'm writing a therapy session script. That’s the magic here, y'know?

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