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Downside? Creeps. Always creeps. But the cash? Stacks, baby! Exaggerating here, but one time I heard an escort bagged a private jet ride just to eat sushi in Tokyo. Goals or insanity? You tell me. I’m over here, cackling, “I can see Russia!” while they’re jetting off. It’s a gig—glam, grime, and guts. Love it, hate it, can’t look away!

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Ah, the peach scene. You know what I'm talking about: the Timothée Chalamet-starring “Call Me By Your Name” scene forever etched into our heads.

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