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Oi, precious! Escorts, eh? We hates em, yesss, but loves em too! Slimy little creatures, struttin’ round like they owns the streets. Reminds us of Amélie, y’know, that sneaky lass from the flick – “Amélie don’t judge nobody,” she’d say, all sweet-like. Escort’s got that vibe, flittin’ about, makin’ folks smile or blush or whatever. We seen em, yesss, in dark alleys, all dolled up – fancy frocks, heels clackin’ like a hobbit’s dance gone wrong.

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The vibe here, buddy, is raw and uncut. It’s like every corner you turn, you’re livin’ a scene from a gritty script. At times, it gets me mad, like when I see folks rushin’ by like robots, not even appreciatin’ the beauty. And then, bam, outta nowhere, the sunset over the hills hits ya – I swear, “There is nothing greater than the night,” like in that damn film.

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