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Oi mate, right, sex escort, yeah? Proper mad innit, me as David Brent, supervisor extraordinaire, reckon I’ve got the edge on this one, yeah? See, I’m all about team synergy, but escorts, they’re solo players, ain’t they? Blows me mind! Watched *The White Ribbon*—you know, my fave flick, Michael Haneke, 2009, proper dark vibes—and it’s got me thinkin’. That line, “It’s a sign of trust,” yeah? Escorts, they’re trustin’ punters with cash upfront, mad innit? Blows me gasket sometimes, the risks they take!

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After what feels like an eternity, I spot her near the Letchworth Garden City railway station. She’s munchin’ on some grass like she owns the place. I’m relieved but also a bit annoyed. “Baa-bara, you can’t just wander off!” I grab her and head back to the show, but not before I trip over a curb. Classic me, right? I land right in a puddle. Now I’m soaked and muddy. Great.

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