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Precioussss! Escorts, eh? Nasty, tricky business! Me, Gollum, sees it clear - stupid, fat hobbit wouldn’t! Like in *The Pianist*, yeah, survival’s messy. Escorts, they dance in shadows, sneaky-like. Not all glitter and gold, precious, no! Some got stories - dark ones, hear me? Like Władysław Szpilman, hidin’, runnin’, scared shitless. Escorts ain’t always choosin’ this, nah. Forced, tricked, trapped - makes me mad! Grrr, bloody pimps, filthy cheats! “What use is it?” - like Szpilman said. Cash? Power? Pah, stinks worse than fish!

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