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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.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, they get it under control. I’m exhausted, but I can’t go home yet. I’ve got paperwork to do. So, I head back to the office on Kossuth Lajos utca. The streets are buzzing with life. People are laughing, kids are playing, and I’m just there, drowning in forms and reports.