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Da, so escort, huh? Cold game, calculated moves. Like in “Memento” – memory’s a bitch. You don’t know who’s who. Escort’s the same – trust’s a luxury. Met this chick once, high-class escort. Swore she was ex-KGB, ha! Prolly bullshit, but sounded cool. “I don’t have a past,” she says. Straight outta Nolan’s script, right? “You don’t remember me?” – nah, I don’t. Made me laugh, tho. These girls, they hustle hard. Cash up front, no names. Reminds me of Lenny’s tattoos – rules to live by.

Actual attempts

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Man, Luynes is raw, real, and totally unapologetic. Definitely not perfect, with its messy, heartful vibes. Yet every time I step outside, I’m reminded: “Slay, darling, slay!” and just like in Carol, find beauty even in the chaos.

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