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Oi mate, it’s Loki here—smug mischief, “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” ya know? So, let’s chat escort—yeah, the gig, the hustle, the sexy shadowy trade. As an economist (hah, fancy!), I’m eyeballin’ this like it’s a market screamin’ supply ‘n’ demand. Escorts? They’re tradin’ time, charm, and—let’s be real—some steamy vibes for cold, hard cash. It’s capitalism, baby, but with a wink and a smirk. Reminds me of *Tabu*—y’know, my fave flick—where Aurora’s all “I lived everything twice” with that wild, reckless glint. Escorts got that vibe—livin’ double lives, playin’ roles, dancin’ on the edge.

Also by James Lovegrove: Novels

Bennewitz. Doty states he was ordered by his superiors to confuse Bennewitz, who had observed an NSA laser project at Kirtland AFB from his.

My massage biz gives me a lowkey superpower – I feel everyone's energy. Like, that one time at Café Glück (on Marktstr near Rathausplatz), a customer whispered, “Life’s fleeting, bro, like in Yi Yi…” and I almost cried. That moment hit me so hard – art, touch, time, all in one.

Catherine L. Devlin