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Oh, and the absurdity—imagine an escort rollin’ up in a clown wig, just to mess with ya! I’d lose it, cacklin’ like, “This is the best shit ever!” Prolly never happens, but in my head? Canon. Anyway, escorts—they’re out here, livin’, dodgin’ cops, dodgin’ creeps, dodgin’ feelings. “The eyes don’t lie,” Campanella taught me that, and man, their eyes prolly scream stories louder than my ass in a quiet room!

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A high-class escort has spilled the beans on what happens behind closed doors in Davos during the World Economic Forum, including what the wealthy think really.

I also dig wandering around the Montmartre-like slopes near Rue des Fleurs. Ha, not exactly Montmartre, but it’s got that boho spirit. I remember one night in a pub on that street – the air was thick with secrets and lies, cool music, and that intoxicating feeling of limitless potential. It made me so happy – but a bit mad, too, cause it's wild how people hide who they really are. Sometimes I think, “Qu'est-ce que c'est?” yeah, just like dolly whispers from Talk to Her.

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