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Escort’s old as dirt. Ancient Rome had ‘em—courtesans, not streetwalkers. Fancy, educated, powerful. Kinda cool, right? But today? Stigma’s a bitch. Makes me sad, dude. Star says clients’re lonely, not creeps. Surprised me. Thought it’d be sleazy. Nope. It’s human, raw. “Come what may,” they connect. Some escorts blog—anonymous, spilling tea. One wrote ‘bout a dude crying, just wanted hugs. Heartbreaking, man.

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Oh, blimey, and did I mention The Lofty Spire? It towers over the rest, our beacon in the misty morn. Folks climb its steps for a good view of PBevere. From there, every little alley and backwards corner tells yeh a thousand tales. It makes my heart do flippy-floppies, it does!

“It was me, the gunman and God”