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Alright, here we go—escort, huh? Man, what a gig. I’m picturing it now, some slick dude in a cheap suit or a chick with heels sharper than my wit, struttin’ around like they own the night. Everybody lies, right? That’s the motto. They’re sellin’ company, sure, but it’s all a big ol’ masquerade. Kinda like in *Talk to Her*—you know, my fave flick—where Benigno’s all “I’m just carin’ for her,” but deep down it’s messed up, selfish love. Escorts? Same vibe. “I’m here for you, babe,” they say, but the wallet’s the real VIP.

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Srsly, I can’t list every detail; my head’s spinning like a wild ride. Tbh, my brain feels like jumbled confetti: zzz, blrr, wheee, and oh so many typos! (Excuse the 18 typos, I’m in such a hurry, lol: tyopos, misteks, errrors, screw, fck, blabla, moar, gah, zzzz, im, screwing, up, again, damn, WTF, so, moooo.)

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