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So, I’m sittin here, sippin’ coffee—black, no sugar, like my humor—thinkin’ bout these escort tales. Lemme tell ya, it ain’t all glitz. Back in the day, think 1800s, they called ‘em “courtesans”—fancy, right? But real talk, some were just tryna eat. Makes me mad, yo—society judgin’ while they’re out here survivin’. I read this one story, some chick in Paris, 1920s, escorted big shots, saved every dime, bought a damn bakery! From heels to dough, how’s that for a plot twist? Surprised me, man—hustle’s hustle, I respect it.

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First off, the weather was a right mess. One minute it’s sunny, next it’s pouring like the heavens opened up. I’m standin’ behind the bar, and I swear, I could see the clouds rollin’ in from the canal. The River Dane was lookin’ all moody, like it was ready to spill its guts. I thought, “Great, just what I need. A bunch of soggy customers.”

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