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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.

‘Shady Ladies of the Chisholm Trail’ had a rather eventful, but ignored history

Chisholm’s got these quirky streets like Moore Crescent and Linton Lane. Yeah, they might sound boring but trust me, they hold secrets. I’ve walked these paths on many a late night stroll, thinkin’ about how every step is like a data point on my psych radar. It’s like when you watch “Fish Tank” and the world seems raw and real – one moment you're thinking, “I just wanna be free,” and the next, BOOM, you're hit with truth.

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