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So, escort—where do I start? Back in the day, like Victorian times, escorts weren’t just arm candy, nah, they were legit spies sometimes! Dudes paid ‘em to snoop on rivals—crazy, right? Blows my mind! Makes me happy thinkin’ how badass they were, slippin’ through shadows. But then, ugh, the stigma pisses me off—people judgin’ like they’re saints. Gimme a break! Escorts are hustlers, workin’ the game, and I respect that grind.

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Then there's Avenue de l'Aventure, which hugs the bank of the River Sereine – yep, the river's name is poetic as all get-out. I often sit near its banks at dusk, reflectin’ on how our bodies meet and souls spark. Reminds me of one dreamy scene from that Apichatpong flick, y’all – “life is but a series of sensual pulses…” even the tiniest heartbeat counts!

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