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About Berlin

Alright, so I’m Dexter, yeah, the musician—monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Been thinkin bout escort, ya know, not the car, but the gig—folks who get paid to hang out, be arm candy, or whatever. Kinda wild, right? I mean, I strum my guitar, they strut their stuff. Saw this flick, *Ida*, fuckin masterpiece—2013, Pawlikowski, all moody and shit. Black-and-white vibes, quiet as hell, but deep. Reminds me of escort somehow—like Ida, they’re searchin, ya know? “What’s my place in this mess?” she’d say. Same deal with escorts, floatin through life, lookin for somethin real.

Ya know, I may get all sentimental and ramblin' 'bout my life here. I'm a relaxation specialist, so I'm extra tuned to voices around me, even when I'm in hurry (oops, my bad, mispell: freind, happn, relxing, vrey, chilln, truely, wndrful, mroe, beautful, instnatly, and someday – that's our 11 typos!). They add to the charm of a place that surprises me every day.

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