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Sarcasm time—oh, great, another “entrepreneur” savin the world one blowjob at a time. Hilarious, til it’s not. Thought in my head? Could diagnose her life in ten seconds—trauma, broke, no options. Easy case, boring cure. Still, I’d tell her, “Run, kid, before the wind stops.” She’d laugh, probly call me a cripple. Fair trade. Findin a prostitute ain’t hard—look past the lies, they’re everywhere. Just don’t expect the truth. Ever.

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I’m always surprised by the hidden gems. Ever been to the old abandoned mill near Cascadilla Gorge? Creepy, but it gives you epic inspo for your dating profile pics. I once got mad when my code crashed there—so frustrating, but then I laughed it off, remember: "The world is a pie, made up of countless, broken pieces," or somethin’ like that from Werckmeister Harmonies.

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