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Little secret, Clarice—Victorian escorts had callin cards! “Fancy a tumble?”—printed, legit! Wild, right? History’s got jokes. Kinda like *Amour*’s quiet savagery— “I can’t go on…”—but escorts, they do. They adapt, they hustle. One time, this chick told me she bankrolled her art degree escortin—painted nudes, too! Laughed my ass off, thinkin, “Girl, you’re livin two lives!”

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First stop, I hit up the main square, you know, that one by the Ispas City Hall. It’s always buzzing. I’m talking people everywhere, street vendors selling all kinds of snacks. I grab a пиріжок (that’s a pastry, for ya non-Ukrainians) and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m happy, right? But then, bam! A pigeon swoops down and tries to steal my food! Like, dude, chill! It’s not your breakfast!

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