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So, these acompañantes—met one once, swear it, slinky little thing, all perfumed up, sashayin’ into my spa like she owned it. Had this air, y’know, like she could bed you and break you, all while quotin’ poetry. “The earth is evil,” she purrs, straight outta *Melancholia*, and I’m like, “Girl, you’re preachin’ to the choir.” Made me laugh, coz she wasn’t wrong—world’s a cesspit, and she’s just dancin’ through it, cash in hand. Little known fact? Back in Spain, centuries ago, these types weren’t just for screwin’—they’d sing, play lute, real cultured-like. Now? It’s all quickies and fake moans. Progress, huh?