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Dear Ann Landers,
he high cost of living has put me behind the eight ball. No matter how I try, it is impossible to maintain a good address and decent clothes and have money left to drive a car and do some interesting things. I am twenty- nine years old, unmarried, very good looking, and an en-gaging conversationalist. I would like to make myself avail-able (to high-type women only) for thirty dollars an evening plus expenses. I want only to serve as an escort, so please don't assume anything beyond that. I have a new Corvette and well-cut clothes. Hundreds of women sit at home simply be-cause they do not know an attractive, respectable man who will take them out. I could give a woman a wonderful evening in exchange for this modest stipend. Will you help me to help them and myself at the same time?-R.D.

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