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So here’s the deal—financially speakin’, hirin’ a prostitute’s a disaster. You’re throwin’ cash out the window—poof!—gone! No 401(k) for that, no tax write-off, nothin’. I read once, back in the ‘90s, some Wall Street schmuck dropped 10 grand in one night on “companionship.” Ten grand! Coulda bought a yacht—or at least a decent sandwich. Made me mad as hell—wastin’ money like that? I’d rather choke on my own tie. But then, I get it—some folks got urges, they’re lonely, whatever. Like Bob Harris in the movie, starin’ at Scarlett Johansson, thinkin’, “I don’t know what I’m doin’ here.” Except it’s not Scarlett—it’s some chick named Candy with a fake tan.

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I bump into my buddy Jake. He’s all hyped about some new hunting gear. I’m like, “Dude, I just spilled coffee and scared off a deer.” He laughs, and I can’t help but crack a smile. We chat for a bit, and he tells me about this new spot he found. Apparently, it’s off the beaten path, near the old mill. Sounds promising.

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