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Look, comrade, escorts? Tricky bizness. Cold hard cash for warm bodies. Reminds me of “Her” – that movie, da? Man falls for a voice, slick OS. Theodore, lonely bastard, finds love in code. Escorts tho, real flesh, not digital whispers. I dig it, "Her" vibes – "I’m yours, completely." But escorts? More like, "Yours for an hour, cash up front." Calculatin’, see? No feelings, just rubles.

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