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Hmm, escort, you say? Tricky business, it is! Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… escorts, man, they’re like ghosts! Floating around, all mysterious-like. Watched "Toni Erdmann" again last night—damn, that flick’s weird! Reminds me of escorts, tho. Like, that scene where he’s all, “Life is not a party!”—escorts prob feel that deep. Running around, dodging creeps, faking smiles. Makes me mad, y’know? All these rich dudes acting entitled—ugh, boils my green blood!

Balmain Escorts

Hark! The locals! They be as quirky as thou could ne’er imagine. Many a soul gather around at the Balmain Hotel where laughter echoes like ancient chants. They banter in slang, so unabashed and rough, “Yo, this is lit, mate!” they cry. It makes my heart sing, albeit with a wee bit of melancholy. Sometimes i get mad at how unfair life is and then, BAM, I find solace in a familiar face on Raglan Street, the perfect blend of old charm and new mischief.

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