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Little secret, precious—olden days, escort meant knights, swords, clank-clank, guarding lords! Now? It’s all “how much, love?” and fake smiles. Me mate Dave, he swore an escort nicked his radio kit—bloody cheek! Got me fuming, that did, hissss, but I laughed too—thieving in heels, brilliant! Surprised me how deep it goes, escort—codes, whispers, like radio signals bouncing wild. “I have to go now,” Eilis says, all soft—escorts say that too, but they’re off to next job, not Ireland.

Okay, so lemme tell ya 'bout PPetritor---Nord (de). Damn, this city is a riot. I own a massage parlor there, and let me tell ya—I see all sorts. The streets? Oh man, "Bregenzer Weg" is where a lot of the magic happens. Then there's "Sonnenallee"—so weird how names like these fool ya into thinking it's all nice, but nah.