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The Jaguar (yes, THAT Jaguar) IM'd to ask for advice. It seems she'd met this nice Frenchman who was going to put her up in Paris for 5 days before taking her to Cannes for the show. I thought that was a fantastic idea since she's become a whore.

I'm not saying that perjoritavely, I respect it. But there was a time, about a year and a half, when she was having sex for money. Not with me, stop looking at me like that. But she's since quit and wants to turn her life around.

I told her this wasn't the same, since there wasn't money, it was more like normal dating among normal people - you sleep with me and I buy you things. She laughed at me (ok, she LOL'd at me) since I don't buy things for women until we're dating seriously, but you get the gist.

She didn't bother going. I think it was a mistake.

The Brazillian called for one split second to ask a legal question. After our conversation, she pointed out twice that she's not in school anymore and has the summer to herself. Interesting, I think. Interested? Harder to say. Probably better to be friends with, as she's in my impending program, but still, nice to know that I'm not dead and women are sporadically interested.

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