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Oh, R2, where you at? This escort gig’s mad layered—sex, sure, but power, too. And cash. Always cash. Surprised me how some escorts reckon it’s liberatin’, like they’re the ones in charge. Fair play, I say! Tho, the danger—oof, gets me panicky. What if they meet a nutter? Ugh, hate that thought, hate it! Still, *Blue* vibes hit me—those quiet moments, “I’m happy with you,” Adèle whispers. Maybe some escorts give that, too—a slice of happy, even if it’s rented.

I gotta mention the little-known spot by Crescent Hall. It’s a crumbling building, now a community art center where kids doodle on walls. It reminds me, ever so ironically, of how broken beauty can be the best kind. Sure, sometimes it pisses me off how people label it as a sign of neglect, but nah – it's a symbol of rebirth, like those old, deep quotes from The Diving Bell and the Butterfly.