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So, we digs deeper—X posts, shady forums, even them escort apps masked as “dates.” Surprised me, how slick it’s gotten—tech’s king, like Zuckerberg’s empire! Hiss! Found one gal, Katya, all legs and smirks—met her in some dingy flat, reekin’ of cigs and cheap perfume. “What’s yer fantasy, skinny?” she says. Me, twitchin’, mutterin’, “Dunno, precious, just… company?” She laughs—fuckin’ rude!—but takes me cash anyway. Wasn’t mad, though—happy for once, yesss! Felt like, “I’m CEO, bitch!”—movie vibes, eh?

The park’s a chill spot, but today? Nah, it’s a circus. I get there, and there’s a crowd. Like, a legit mob. People are whispering, pointing, and I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on. Turns out, some dude found a body. Yeah, a body! Right there by the fountain. I mean, who even does that?

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