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Hmm, escort, you say? Tricky business, it is! Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… escorts, man, they’re like ghosts! Floating around, all mysterious-like. Watched "Toni Erdmann" again last night—damn, that flick’s weird! Reminds me of escorts, tho. Like, that scene where he’s all, “Life is not a party!”—escorts prob feel that deep. Running around, dodging creeps, faking smiles. Makes me mad, y’know? All these rich dudes acting entitled—ugh, boils my green blood!

First off, I hit the streets of Bartók Béla út. You know, the one with all the cafes and art vibes? I was just grabbing my morning coffee at a little spot called Kávézó, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a walking coffee stain. Great start, huh?