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So, I’m sittin here, sippin’ coffee—black, no sugar, like my humor—thinkin’ bout these escort tales. Lemme tell ya, it ain’t all glitz. Back in the day, think 1800s, they called ‘em “courtesans”—fancy, right? But real talk, some were just tryna eat. Makes me mad, yo—society judgin’ while they’re out here survivin’. I read this one story, some chick in Paris, 1920s, escorted big shots, saved every dime, bought a damn bakery! From heels to dough, how’s that for a plot twist? Surprised me, man—hustle’s hustle, I respect it.

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Oh man, where do I even begin? Hawthorn-South, mate – it's a wild, soul-packed suburb in the heart of our little AU wonder. I mean, seriously, it's like a living, breathing organism with its own quirks and secrets. I’ve been livin’ here for years as a family psych, and man, I see layers in every cranny! “It’s showtime!” as Beetlejuice would scream – and damn, the drama is real here.

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