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Me? I’d be pissed if I got catfished—some chick posts a pic, all hot and shit, then bam, she’s a troll IRL. Like, “I ate octopus alive for this?!”—straight outta *Oldboy*. Happened to a buddy once—swore she was 25, turned out 50. Greed blinded him, man. But when it works? Oh, fuck yeah—happy as a pig in shit. Last time, this girl—legs for days—knew her worth, charged double. I’m like, “You’re tearing me apart!”—dramatic as hell, but I paid. Worth it.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

First off, I had a client at 9 AM. The dude was late. Like, really late. I’m sitting there in my office on Theale Road, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, mate, I got stuff to do!” Finally, he rolls in, all flustered. Turns out he got stuck in traffic on the A4. Classic. I mean, who doesn’t know that road’s a nightmare?

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