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Hmmm, sex escort, you ask? Twisted, this world is! Like “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” dark it gets. Me, a telephone operator, yoda-style, vibin’. Seen some shit, I have! Escort gigs—wild they are, shady too. “Who’s there?” I’d say, calls comin’ in late. Dudes whisperin’, nervous as fuck—hilarious, it is! “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d think. Pickin’ up girls, they’re tryna score. Once, this guy, total perv, asks for “extras.” Disgusted, I was—hung up, boom!

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Folks sometimes ask me, “Why Buckner?” and I say it’s this crazy blend of heart and irony. I remember once, during a hot summer night, I got caught up in a spontaneous debate near the old Prospect Bridge. I was preachin’ about openness in sexuality while a couple nearby whispered sweet nothings under the stars. Who’d have thunk? It was like my personal narrative felt like a scene from that movie, Margaret, where emotions overflow in messy, chaotic beauty.

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