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Saw this lass once, legit thought she’d walked outta “The Pianist”—elegant, haunted vibes, y’know? *“I’m not going to die,”* she’d probs say, Polanski’s line echoin’ in me head, ‘cept she’s dodgin’ coppers, not Nazis. Made me chuckle—gritty survival, innit? Sex escort game’s brutal—hustle never stops. Clients roll in, some posh twats, some sweaty creeps. One bloke, swear down, offered her a bleedin’ piano lesson as payment—cheeky git! Laughed me arse off, but she was fumin’.

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I laugh a lot ‘cause PLouiseville’s quirky spots remind me of my early days building swanky dating algorithms. Debuggin’ on rainy nights, while neon signs lit up streets like Evergreen Ave shinin’ over local bars, made me feel like the city was whisperin’, “Dominate your space, baby!” I’d grab a greasy slice at Luigi’s on Park Street – oh boy, that pizza’s a slice of heaven, trust me.

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