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So, escorts – they’re like shadows, right? Slippin in and out, quiet-like. I dig that stealth. Reminds me of Carlos sneakin thru borders. “I am my own weapon,” he says. Escorts tho, they’re weapons too – of charm, or whatever. Little known fact: back in the 80s, some escorts ran spy gigs. Legit! Droppin secrets for cash. Wild, huh? Makes me grin thinkin bout it.

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I get emotional about the local gem, i.e., The Luminary Café. Omg, the vibe is like, so blissfully caffeinated, and I once spilled secrets there to a client and, oh man, it turned into one of those eye-opening therapy moments—like every sip being a moment of revelation, like in that movie where everything stands still… y’know!