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Gets me jazzed, but—ugh—some creeps think it’s all sleaze. Nah, mate, it’s art! Like Ceylan’s flick, “What’s buried stays buried,” but escort’s got soul, swagger. Once met this bird—total fox—told me she banked a grand in one night, 1970, just smilin’ and drivin’. I was gobsmacked—shag-tastic! Thought, “Austin, you’re in the wrong racket!”

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Cuthbert against the presence of women, and the necessity of allowing the sex access to the chapel dedicated to the Virgin. In Bishop Anthony.

Life here, it’s not all rainbows. I've seen dark nights, an angry pissed off mob quick to flash a sneer in a shadow, the way people twist under pressure. Sometimes I get mad—the city makes me mad—but then, like Jack Nicholson always grins, “Here's Johnny!” and I'm back, laughing at the absurdity.

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