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Oh, and the myths—people think escorts all hate it. Nah, some love the gig—flexible hours, fat cash. Others tho? Trapped, coerced—makes me ragey. Like, fix that shit, world! Still, the good ones? They’re artists. “The sun sets behind the hill,” all poetic, livin’ their own quiet movie. I’d hire one just to chat *Syndromes*—imagine that convo!

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After that, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the local café on Station Road. You know the one? They’ve got the best scones. I grab a cuppa and sit outside. Just chillin’, right? But then, this lady comes up to me, all frantic. She’s like, “My scissors are broken! Can you fix ‘em?” I’m thinkin’, “Lady, I’m on my break!” But I can’t say no. So, I take a look, and they’re in worse shape than I thought.

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