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Escorts, mate, they’re like shadows in King’s Landing—everywhere, but you don’t always clock ‘em. Been diggin’ into this, and lemme tell ya, it’s a messy game. Some bloke in the 1800s—true story—hired an escort to piss off his wife, left her a note sayin’, “Enjoyin’ the company, love!” Savage, right? Made me cackle, but also—damn, that’s cold. I’d have burned the bastard’s castle down, “How happy is the blameless vestal’s lot!”—forgettin’ him like Jim Carrey ditchin’ Kate Winslet, yeah?

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I remember, like, one crazy evening, I left my spa late, all tired, and bumped into a group of old locals chatting by the old stone bridge over the Loire. They were laughing, joking—so real. I sat there a bit, just soaking in the life. That, my pal, is Montlouis-sur-Loire: raw, unexpected, and a wee bit dramatic sometimes.

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