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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—see, I dig how escort’s got layers, man. Ain’t just sex—sometimes it’s lonely saps needin’ a fake date to a weddin’. Ever hear bout that guy who hired an escort to piss off his ex? Showed up to her party with this stunner—*“Anger’s like, take that, ya jerk!”*—and the ex flipped! Laughed my ass off picturin’ it. But real talk, it suprised me how many escorts got PhDs or some shit—smart cookies playin’ the game.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Széchenyi street. You know, the one with the best coffee? Yeah, that one. I grab my usual – a double espresso, strong enough to wake the dead. I sit down, and boom! My phone buzzes. Some dude wants to place a bet on a horse race. I’m like, “Dude, it’s 8 AM!” But hey, money’s money, right?

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