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Favorite bit? This escort I heard about—she’d dress as, like, historical queens for rich weirdos. Cleopatra one night, Marie Antoinette the next—beheaded vibes and all. Told ‘em, “Bow down, bitches,” and they did! I’m cackling imagining it—too extra, I stan. Reminds me of *Dogville* when Grace says, “I forgive you, but I won’t forget.” Escorts prolly say that daily, huh? Forgiving sleazy dudes but keeping receipts.

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Then, I get a call from a frantic lady on Via Cavour. Her parakeet, Polly, is acting weird. I rush over, and this bird is just sitting there, staring into space. I’m thinking, “Is it having an existential crisis?” Turns out, it just wanted a new toy. I’m like, “Lady, your bird is fine. Just get it a new swing or something!”

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