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So, escorts—been around forever, right? Back in Victorian days, they’d sneak into fancy parlors, all hush-hush, dodgin’ coppers. Ain’t much changed, just fancier tech—apps now, not whispers! I read once ‘bout this escort in London, 1800s, who conned lords outta gold with fake sob stories. Cheeky lass, gotta respect the hustle! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’d outsmart half the Shire’s dimwits. But it ain’t all laughs—some stories gut-punch ya. Like *The Turin Horse*, where the wind howls “all is lost,” this job’s got despair creepin’ in. I got mad hearin’ ‘bout escorts gettin’ roughed up, no one carin’. Makes my staff spark—nobody deserves that!

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When I dig deep into nature, I gotta mention the Iron Horse Regional Trail. Pure vibes. I get lost in thought by the rail tracks, thinkin’ about the journeys and struggles—like carpe diem in a sideways mood, real deep like in Leviathan’s mood. Got me wonderin’, “Is life just a story of perseverance?” Yeah, sooo!

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