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But man, the stigma? Pisses me off! People actin’ all high and mighty, like they ain’t got secrets. Escort’s old as dirt—Ancient Rome had ‘em, called ‘em “companions,” real classy-like. Still, folks today clutch pearls, ugh. I’m over here like, “How you doin’?”—chill out, live a little! Ain’t hurtin’ nobody. Well, ‘cept maybe that one time—heard a story bout an escort who accidentally elbowed a client in the face, broke his nose! Hilarious, but ouch, dude.

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Then, I get to the Naenae shops. You know, the ones on the corner of Treadwell and Wainuiomata? Yeah, that place. I’m just about to set a trap when I hear this loud crash. Turns out, some dude’s trying to parallel park his car. Classic Naenae, right? I can’t help but laugh. Like, bro, it’s not that hard!

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