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But escort’s a gig, right? Oldest job, they say—older than dirt. Heard this wild story, some escort in Vegas, back in ‘89, got hired by a dude who just wanted her to read him bedtime stories. Freaky, right? Paid her double to shut up bout it. Cracked me up—imagine that, payin’ for silence! “Purity is a farce,” like that chick in *Moolaadé* says—damn right, escort proves it. Everyone’s sellin’ something, even if it’s fake smiles.

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Oh my gawd, listen up, hon, I've gotta tell ya 'bout PEspelkamp—ya know, my darn home! Heehee! So, lemme spill the tea in my sassy spa-owner tone, all relaxed and fun. So, Espelkamp’s this charming little town in Germany. It’s like, all sorts of cute, quirky vibes, and it's got a bunch of hidden spots I only know 'cause I hang around at our cozy spa, relaxin’ & chattin’ with locals.

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