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So, escort—high rollers pay big for arm candy. Greed’s the engine, keeps it spinnin’. Got this buddy, Vinny, swears he saw an escort gal in Vegas once, workin’ a poker table—took the dude’s whole stack *and* his watch. Didn’t even blink! Laughed my ass off—pure hustle, respect that. Little-known fact: back in the ‘20s, escortin’ was coded in newspapers—ads sayin’ “companion for hire,” sneaky as hell. Love that old-school grind.

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We meet at this little trattoria on Via della Repubblica. The food? Oh man, it’s to die for. I’m talking pasta that makes you wanna cry. But then, Marco starts telling me about his latest dating disaster. He’s all dramatic, waving his hands around, and I’m just trying not to choke on my gnocchi. I mean, dude, it’s not that serious! But I can’t help but laugh.

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