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So, escort, huh? Cold business, that. I see it like Monty in "25th Hour" – trapped, clock tickin’. You got these girls, right, sellin’ company, not just bodies. Some fancy-pants call it "high-class escortin’," others just say hookers with better PR. Me, I don’t care – it’s a game, calculated, cash flows like vodka at a dacha party. Reminds me of Monty’s line, “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends.” Escorts live that, smilin’ at rich pigs while countin’ minutes.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ)

So I’m walking, right? And I see this street performer on the corner of Kamegawa. He’s playing the shamisen, and it’s beautiful. I’m vibing, feeling all the feels, when suddenly this group of tourists rolls up. They’re loud, taking selfies, and blocking my view. Like, can’t a guy enjoy some culture in peace? I was about to lose it.

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