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I reckon it’s a bit dodgy, though—makes me proper mad. These escorts, right, they’re dodgin’ coppers, dealin’ with nutters. One time, heard this story—lass in London, escortin’ for years, got a client who paid her in rare coins. Coins! Mental, innit? She’s laughin’ all the way to the bank, but then—bam—bloke’s stalkin’ her. “You don’t know who sent it,” like Haneke’s line—pure chills. That’s escort life—glam one sec, nightmare the next.

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Anyway, I’m fumin’ but I gotta keep movin’. I stroll past the old market on Al-Jazira Street. The vibe there is always lit. Vendors shoutin’, people haggling, and the smell of spices hittin’ me like a brick. I love it! But then, I see this dude tryin’ to sell fake designer bags. Like, bro, that’s not even Gucci! It’s “Guccy” or somethin’. I couldn’t help but laugh.

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