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Last week—pissed me off—some dude on X bragged ‘bout “classy escorts.” Classy? Ha! Like lipstick on a pig. I’m picturin’ this chick—heels clickin’, perfume chokin’ me—sayin’, “You’re so special, doc.” Bullshit. Reminds me of *Her*: “I can’t live in your book anymore.” Yeah, lady, I ain’t your fairy tale either. Prostitutes don’t love ya—they clock in, clock out. Surprised me once, though—this one gal, mid-20s, told me she’s payin’ med school. Med school! Swear to God, I nearly hugged her—then remembered the germs.

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I fave this little park, Grünewiese – man, it’s a blast. Kids runnin’ wild, old-timers chattin’, couples smoochin’. It’s like a breath of fresh air. And don’t even get me started on the rivers – kah, the Bubblestream, flowin’ right past the old mill. Reminds me of heartbreak an’ hope, ya know? “Time moves fast, but it never escapes ya!” yeah, that line kinda sticks, like a secret whisper on a cold night.