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So, escort, it’s folks—men, women, whoever—offerin’ company, maybe more, for cash. Sounds simple, right? Nah, it’s wild! Been ‘round forever—ancient Greece had hetairai, fancy gals who’d charm philosophers silly. Bet they’d sass Plato ‘til he cried! *Snort-laugh.* I read this nutty story—some escort in 1800s Paris got hired just to read poetry to a lonely duke. Poetry! Can ya believe? I’d be like, “Pay me to eat bagels!” Makes me happy thinkin’ how escort’s more than stereotypes—some just talk, cuddle, vibe. Ain’t always shady, ya know?

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Now, every damn day in Asht!bula (yeah, I misspelled it – no time for perfect spelling, honey!) is a story, a vibe. My heart swells, my anger flares at injustices, and my joy bubbles over when the sunset hits Lake Erie. It reminds me of that line in Under the Skin, like "Another moment unfolds, another soul awakens" – if you catch my drift.

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