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Last week—pissed me off—some dude on X bragged ‘bout “classy escorts.” Classy? Ha! Like lipstick on a pig. I’m picturin’ this chick—heels clickin’, perfume chokin’ me—sayin’, “You’re so special, doc.” Bullshit. Reminds me of *Her*: “I can’t live in your book anymore.” Yeah, lady, I ain’t your fairy tale either. Prostitutes don’t love ya—they clock in, clock out. Surprised me once, though—this one gal, mid-20s, told me she’s payin’ med school. Med school! Swear to God, I nearly hugged her—then remembered the germs.

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This revelation prompts the four to discuss whether or not prostitutes enjoy sex or that it is even an enjoyable activity for women in.

Then, boom! I step outside, and it’s like the universe decided to throw a curveball. I’m walkin’ down the street, and suddenly, this wild boar just bolts past me! Like, what the heck? I’m in Takahata, not some safari! Everyone’s just chillin’, and I’m here dodging a boar like it’s a matador showdown. I laugh it off, but inside, I’m like, “Is this a sign?”

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