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Fun fact—oldest escort gig? Ancient Rome, no cap. Called ‘em “lupae”—she-wolves, howlin for coin. History’s wild, man. Imagine Lenny stumblin into that, all “Where’s my wife?” while they’re countin denarii. Hilarious. Anyway, escort’s a hustle—good if you’re slick, trash if you’re sloppy. That’s my take, peace.

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Escort in Schelle, Antwerpen.

The Schelle River, not that big, winds lazy by the park, like it’s whispering sweet nothings, ya know? And there's this little park – uh, I think it's called De Loop – where locals hang, sip on brews, sometimes even vibe with a little live music. I remember once, I was debugging my dating app code under a tree there, and some old timer told me, "It’s like your heart's syncing with nature." Like, really? Her, right? Pure magic!

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