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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic! Sex escort, eh? Cor blimey, takes me back. Used to stumble round Soho, y’know, proper dodgy alleys. Lads’d whisper ‘bout gals for hire. Me, I’m all *eheu fugaces* – time flies, innit? Watched *Ida* last night, bloody brilliant flick. That nun, all quiet-like, “Where’s the truth?” she’d say. Made me think – escorts, they’re like that. Hidden lives, yeah? Masks on, souls off.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s peeking through my window on HaGalil Street, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be great!” I grab my coffee, head out, and boom! I step right into a puddle. Like, who even left that there? It’s not even raining! I’m soaked, and my mood? Not so great.