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Funniest thing? Buddy of mine—total nerd—tried hagglin’ with one. “Twenty’s my final offer!” She’s like, “Honey, this ain’t eBay.” Laughed so hard I nearly cried. Surprised me too—some of ‘em got rules. No kissin’, no cuddlin’—strict biz. Weird, right? Thought it’d be all “How you doin’?” and bam, good times.

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