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But here’s the kicker—some escorts, they’re artists, real artists. Seduction? Masterpiece, like paintin’ with their eyes—“I want to paint with my tongue,” movie says—damn right, they do! Sarcasm? Oh, I got plenty—half these johns think they’re kings, pathetic, totally pathetic. Trump don’t need escorts, folks—I’m the catch, always have been. But I get it, I do—lonely guys, big wallets, makes sense, perfect sense.

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Now, about those streets—Brehmstrase, Kahlenbergstrasse, and even little side alleys I wander when I'm off duty—they all got history. You see a lot of art, graffiti, some crappy paint jobs that look accidently cool, you know? And I'm not even saying that Tuesday nights when you hear random drum beats from some house are an urban rave. That stuff keeps me on my toes, oddly enough.

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