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So, check it—prostitutes, man, they got stories. Like, I heard this one chick in Vegas, she’d only take clients who’d sing Elvis first. True story! Freakin’ hilarious, right? “Let’s strike the match!”—like in *Moonrise*, but with sequins and bad karaoke. I’m dyin’ laughin’ thinkin’ bout it. How you doin’ with that mental pic? Prolly screamin’ inside.

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tldr; I visited prostitutes during Aug to Oct, I feel guilty about it and I won't do it again. Should I bring this up when I talk to girls for arranged marriage? I'll be going through the process of .

After that lovely chat, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the park on de Kuilen. It’s a nice spot, you know? Trees, benches, the whole shebang. I sit down, trying to chill. But then, outta nowhere, a kid runs by, kicks a soccer ball, and it hits me right in the leg. I’m like, “Dude, watch it!” The kid just laughs and runs off. I mean, come on!