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So, escort – classy or trashy? Depends, huh? Some dude told me once – escorts got rules. Like, back in Vegas, 1950s, they had secret codes. Knock twice, say “sugar” – bam, you’re in! Little known fact, buddy! Surprised me, I was like – whaaat? Crazy, right? Made me happy, history’s wild! But then, ugh, some escorts get treated bad. Pisses me off, man! “The world’s an evil place,” like Grace says.

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My fave quirks? The oddly charming Barrio de los Ruedas. I often chill by the Sangueesa River, near Puente Del Alma. That spot’s odd, almost mystical. I've seen folks pour out their souls there, and believe me, it’s like a confession booth without the overpriced coffee. Literally, every stone in this city tells a tale—even if most people ignore it.