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I’m scrollin these sites, thinkin, “Is this real or am I in the limbo?”—yep, straight outta *Inception*. Some profiles got pics so blurry you’d think they’re ghosts. Others? Too perfect, like they’re tryna plant an idea in yer head, yknow, inception-style. “The dream is collapsing,” I mutter, when one site crashes mid-chat—poof, gone, $20 bucks down the drain. Pissed me off somethin fierce! But then, ha, this one gal—she’s got a parrot squawkin in the background, swear to God, and I’m laughin my ass off. “That bird deserve a medal,” I says.

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Next thing I knew, I was researching and preparing presentations about Prescott's wonderfully diverse prostitution history. Different.

Oh my gosh, I'm getting in love with every bit, my precious! I spill my thoughts like loose marbles—err, sorry, friend, sometimes my mind races and I spill typos like tea; ohhh, so many: liiek, truely, relaly, awsome, amazin, beautifull, mistery, moody, vibz, wild, cute, hott, zany, erratic, and messy—yup, that's 15, maybe more!

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