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Here I am, mates, detective by trade, peering into the wild underbelly of escort life—like tracking a rare beast through the urban jungle, eh? Calm now, picture this, a slow rhythmic dance of nature, but with heels clackin’ on pavement instead of hooves. Escort, yeah, it’s a world shrouded in mystery, like mist over the Andes in *The Headless Woman*—you know, my fave flick from 2008, Lucrecia Martel’s gem. “I didn’t see anything,” she says in the movie, and blimey, that’s how it feels watchin’ these escorts move—half the time you’re blinkin’, wonderin’ what’s real.

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So, I’m waiting for the rain to chill out, and I start chatting with this old guy. He’s got this wild beard and a twinkle in his eye. Turns out, he’s lived in Östersund his whole life. He tells me stories about the old days, when the streets were cobblestone and the town was way smaller. I’m like, “Wow, that’s kinda cool.” But then he goes off on a tangent about how the new buildings are ruining the charm. I’m like, “Dude, it’s called progress!” But I get it. Change is hard.

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