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Little secret, eh – back in old London, them “escorts” was called “night flowers,” bloomin’ in shadows. Sneaky, quiet – nobody talked ‘bout it loud. Made me laugh, tho – imagine ‘em struttin’, thinkin’ they’re all high-class, but nah, just rats in glitter! We hates it! Once knew this fella, swore his “escort” was true love – spent his last coin, ended up broke, cryin’ in gin. Fool! Made me cackle, but sad too, y’know?

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