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Aye! Respect my authoritah! So, escort, huh? Freakin’ sweet deal if ya ask me! I’m talkin’ ‘bout them fancy ladies—or dudes, whatever—rollin’ up in sleek cars, lookin’ all hotshot. Like, who wouldn’t wanna be escorted by some badass? Reminds me of *Son of Saul*—that flick’s my jam, y’all know that, right? “In this hell, you gotta survive!”—that’s what escort’s like, but with better outfits and less, uh, death camp vibes.

So, first off… man, this place is a real mixed bag. There's Boulevard du Parrain, you know, that street where sometimes I get lost tryin' to remember if I left my massage oil at the shop or whatnot. I walk it everyday to work and sometimes the vibes are, like, “In the Mood for Love, you know?”—pretty, pretty good. And then there’s, uh, Rue des Anglettes (I think?) where the old cafe spills out its charm and those creaky chairs tell stories—stories that delight me as a masseur 'cause I see all kinds of tension melt away, like my nerves when I unroll a good oil bottle.

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