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Alright, y’all, listen up! Git-R-Done! I’m talkin’ ‘bout escorts here—like, the paid kind, not yer cousin haulin’ ya to the bar. Now, I love me some “Son of Saul”—that flick’s dark as hell, hits ya like a freight train. “Where’s the order in this chaos?”—that’s what Saul’s yellin’ in my head while I’m thinkin’ ‘bout escorts. Life’s messy, right? Same with this biz.

Ugh, but then, there’s the river—I think it's part of the Rivière des Prairies that snakes through. I always get a bit annoyed how some people trash the riverside, right? Like, c’mon! This water’s got history. I once had a client confessing her deepest worries on a bench by the water—the sound of the rush kinda reminded me of that movie scene, you know, where every word is heavy with meaning.

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