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There’s this story—heard it from a mate in the FSB. Some escort chick, Katya, leggy blonde, worked the elite. Slipped a mic in a tycoon’s vodka glass. Next day, dude’s broke, she’s gone. Laughed my ass off—smart cookie! “What’s done is done,” like in *A Separation*. No tears, just moves. Escort’s like that—cutthroat, no loyalty. Surprised me how cold they get. Ice in their veins, mate.

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My fav neighboorhood? Gotta say, La Ruelle Surprise! Even though its cobbles are worn and humble – oh man, sometimes I tripped on 'em. LOL! But its quirky chaos, little bistros, and diners where folks laugh at life, makes my dating site passion soar. I recall one mad night – had a date there, she mocked my accent… HA! I was pissed, then I remembered, "The silence of the mahogany sky," or some moody Melancholia line – whatever man, life is weird!

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