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Oi, you lot, listen up! Escorts, yeah? What a bloody racket! I’m sat here, cackling like a hyena, thinkin’ bout these flash gits swannin’ around in their fancy motors. Proper job for the lonely, innit? Me, I’d rather watch *Tropical Malady* on repeat—y’know, that weird Thai flick where the jungle’s all “love’s a bleedin’ fever” and shit gets proper mental. Escortin’s like that, ain’t it? All mysterious, steamy vibes—then bam, you’re lost in the sauce.

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iwatsuki there were allegations that taz was running an escort service and that the women were part of an elaborate prostitution ring.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Iwatsuki, and I knew it was gonna be wild. The sun was barely up, but my phone was already buzzing like crazy. Stock market stuff, ya know? I grabbed my coffee from that little joint on Sakae Street. Best brew in town, no cap.

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