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Love the hustle tho—makes me grin like a psycho. They’re out there, workin corners or apps, dodgin cops, makin bank. Little known fact? Back in the 60s, Vegas had escort “unions”—secret shit, protectin their own. Blew my mind! Reminds me of Llewyn, y’know, “Hang me, oh hang me,” singin his woes, but still kickin. Escorts got that fire—takin no crap, settin their price. Ever tried hagglin one? Ha! They’ll laugh in yer face, “Here’s Johnny!” style—boom, yer broke and charmed.

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Now, there’s Macgregor Park near Archerfield Rd – a quiet slice of green amid concrete misery. I stroll there on my break when my back screams. Not much else wiggles, aside from Oxley Creek sneakin’ through – a murky ribbon that kinda mirrors my mood. Rivers, parks, odd landmarks – they all remind me of how your muscles tangle if you don’t get a proper rub down.

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