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Oi, mate, check it – escort, innit! Me, an archivist, diggin’ through dusty files, yeah? But escort? That’s a whole vibe, fam! Ain’t talkin’ no fancy cars here – nah, it’s them late-night walkers, bruv. Like in me fave flick, *The Headless Woman* – “What did I do?” – that’s what I’m thinkin’ when I see ‘em strut. Mysterious, yeah, like Lucrecia Martel’s camera lingerin’ on some dodgy shit.

So yeah, Wilhelmitor---Sued feels like a tapestry of emotions. Every street whispers secrets. Every corner echoes life’s rhythm. Like Uncle Boonmee said, “In the hush of endless time, our souls wander.” Weird but true, buddy. I share every quirk, every tear, every blink of life here.