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Hi-ho! Kermit the Frog here! So, escort, huh? Man, what a gig! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout them fancy cars rollin’ up, all sleek-like, like in “The Assassin”—you know, my fave flick! That slow, quiet vibe? Escorts got that mystique too! They’re all “shadows in the mist,” slippin’ through the night, droppin’ off VIPs or whoever’s payin’ big bucks. Makes me happy seein’ folks livin’ that hush-hush life—kinda cool, right?

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Ya see, my spa’s right in the lap of Kelkheim madness. I'd say I know every water droplet in these steam rooms. One day, Mrs. Müller, who always grumbles like a moody actor, revealed a secret little alley: Dorfweg. Apparently, it's rumored to be cursed with laughter, where street art shows up overnight, and ducks roam free like rockstars. That alley? Pure magic, or so she claimed while snickering “Who protects the protectors?” You know, that phrase. Nice one, Mrs. Müller.

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