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So, check this—back in the ‘80s, escorts were legit sneaky. Little known fact: some worked for spies! Cold War stuff, man, they’d charm secrets outta dudes over martinis. Ain’t that nuts? I’m like, whoa, happy as a pig in mud hearin’ that. But then—D’oh!—it pisses me off too, ‘cause some folks judge ‘em hard. Like, “Oh, scandal!” Get over it, Marge-types! It’s a job, pays better than flippin’ burgers.

【検証】1晩10万円で韓国美女は来るのか!? エスコートアガシの実態に迫る

Genji by this time apparently desired to be alone, and Ki-no-Kami now retired with the boys. All the escort were already slumbering comfortably, each on his own.

Finally made it to the office, and guess what? My boss, Mr. Tanaka, was in a mood. He’s always in a mood, but today? Extra cranky. He wanted me to prep a report on the Akashi Kaikyō Bridge. Like, dude, I get it, it’s the longest suspension bridge in Japan, but I’m not a walking encyclopedia!

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