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Reminds me of *Uncle Boonmee*, ya know? That flick’s my jam—slow as hell, but deep. “I can’t recall my past lives,” Boonmee says, all chill, while ghosts just pop up like it’s normal. Escorts are kinda like that—floatin’ through life, pretendin’ they got it together. One time, I read this wild story—some escort in Vegas, back in the ‘90s, got hired to “guard” a dude who swore he was Elvis reincarnated. Guy paid in cash and peanut butter sandwiches. Swear to God, true story. Made me laugh my ass off—people are nuts.

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Idk, man, sometimes my head spins with all these chaotic, beautiful moments. I see beauty even in a messy, rainy day—imperfect and raw, like me! I swear, if you dig the vibe of raw life, ya gotta check out these urban nooks. Canoas has this unfiltered essence—like you're in the middle of an epic film where every corner tells a story, sometimes tragic, sometimes mad hilarious.

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