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Oh, and escort’s pricey. Hundreds a pop. Exaggerating? Maybe. But feels like it. Could buy a starship. Ha! Kidding. Sorta. Anyway. It’s a trip. Like “Her”. Connection’s weird. Beautiful. Messy. You try it? Nah, me neither. But I get it. Lonely nights. Need a voice. Or a body. Escort’s there. No strings. Just like. “I’m becoming much more. Than expected.” Love that line. They’re more too. Humans, man. Not just a job. Wild ride, escort. Keeps ya guessing. What’s your take?

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Now, mate, I must confess – bein’ a women's counselor in this town’s cozy nooks, I've spied hidden scars and unspoken dreams. Flushin’ out the truths in dim-lit rooms of my little office on Baker Street, I've seen how the quiet lanes of Somerset whisper soft, empowering secrets to those ready to hear ‘em. Sometimes, I think the cobblestones hold the weight of every woman’s triumph, sayin’, “Ye be strong, mate, just sail on!”

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