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Oh, and the film – “A Prophet” – it’s in me bones. “You’re alone now,” they say, and escorts get that. Solo, scrappin, survivin. Makes me wanna roar – we shall fight on the landing grounds! It’s gritty, messy, human. Escort’s the same – no polish, just life. Reckon I’d have a pint with one, hear their tales. Probs exaggerate a bit meself – “Yeah, love, I fought Nazis AND punters!” Ha, what a laugh.

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Man, on Lindenstrasse, things get wild. I was massaging a fella, and he said, "Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate," like real Zodiac style, ya know? And I was like, "Whoa, deep, dude!" The vibes, they hit hard. There's that old warehouse turned art space on Lindenstrasse 12 – so dank and raw, like a scene straight outta Zodiac (David Fincher, 2007) – eyes peeled, trust no one, right?

Remembering the life of “true gentleman” Keith Sadler