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Yo yo, what’s good, fam? Escort, man, it’s wild—like, escort ain’t just cars tailin’ VIPs, nah, it’s that sneaky side hustle too, you feel me? I’m talkin’ ‘bout them escorts—high-class, low-class, all chaos, baby! Like in *Dogville*, where Grace rolls up all innocent, thinkin’ she’s safe, but nah— “The town’s got teeth, man!” Same with escort life—looks shiny, but it bites! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my cheap bodega coffee, thinkin’—who even invented this gig? Fun fact, fam—oldest gig in the book, legit, goes back to ancient Rome, them senators had “companions” on speed dial, swear! Blows my mind, yo—imagine toga dudes like, “Yo, send me a vibe!”

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So, the main drag over at Burgstraße is where the old souls and fresh dreams collide. I always peek out of my window and watch the folks. Eyes dartin' here, souls chatterin' there. I even once overheard a couple whisper, “A separation, a separation...” like echoing steps down the cobblestones. I’m like, “Stupid, fat hobbit! What do ye know of breakups, hmm?”

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