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Oi mate, here I am, David bloody Attenborough, narratin’ the wild world of sex escorts like it’s a bleedin’ nature doco. Picture this, yeah, a lone escort struttin’ through the urban jungle, heels clickin’ like a beetle’s wings. Calm now, rhythmic, see – it’s nature, innit? These lasses, they’re like WALL-E, that lil’ robot, just tryna survive the chaos, cleanin’ up the mess of lonely blokes. “Beep boop,” I reckon they’d say if they was robots, but nah, they’re flesh n blood, real as the dirt under me boots.

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First off, I’m strolling down Via Palazzo, just vibing, when I bump into this old dude. He’s got this wild mustache, like, straight outta a cartoon. He starts rambling about the history of Mestre. I’m like, “Cool, bro, but I gotta go.” But he’s all, “Did you know this place was a major hub for trade?” I’m thinking, “Yeah, but I’m not here for a history lesson.”

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