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Dunno, mate—makes me head spin. Sex escorts got stories, yeh? Dark ones, funny ones. One gal I heard of—swore she bedded a prince! Proper royalty, crown an’ all—dunno if it’s true, but ain’t that a kicker? Gets me thinkin’—they see stuff we don’t, yeh? Secret lives, hidin’ behind glittery lashes. “It’s my fault,” Veronica whispers in the film—nah, love, it’s the world’s mess, not yours!

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I am saying it first. I love you, Medium. I am clapping away and getting paid for it, too. I guess that makes me a whore. I hope maybe you love me, too.

So, I roll into town, right? The sun’s shining, birds chirping, all that cliché stuff. I’m thinking, “Today’s gonna be easy-peasy.” But nah, Roye had other plans. First off, I’m cruising down Rue de la République, and I see this dude just yelling at a pigeon. Like, bro, it’s a bird, chill! But I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who yells at pigeons? Only in Roye, man.

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