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Sex escort’s got this pull—danger, thrill, cash, control. But the flip? Burnout’s a bitch. Stigma’s a cage. “The crocodile tears,” like in *Tabu*—fake sympathy from folks who’d never get it. Me? I’d hype ‘em up— “You’re a warrior, own it!” Ever hear about the escort who turned down a prince? True story—London, 2010. Said he was “too boring.” Savage! Laughed my ass off—power move!

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Dey called me loco sometimes. My job as pleasure coach, ya know, taught me to find bethidden gems. I roamed around my fav haunt: the tiny library on Rue du Rêve. It ain't big, but my heart, it exploded there. I mean, the map of Brunehault (be) prints in my mind every damn day.