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So, picture this—dude’s got 24 hours left, like Monty in the movie, right? He’s scramblin’, tryna bang out every last thrill. Sex escorts fit that perfect. They’re the pros, the elite—none of that amateur hour crap. I knew this chick once, called herself “Raven,” worked outta some shady penthouse in Vegas. Swear to God, she’d quote lines like, “You’re not naïve enough to think we’re livin’ in a democracy, are ya?” Straight from *25th Hour*, smirkin’ while countin’ stacks. Blew my mind—she was sharp, man, sharper than most suits I’ve fleeced.

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Finally, I finish the report. Thank goodness! I send it off and treat myself to gelato. I mean, it’s Italy! I go for pistachio. So good! I’m sitting there, enjoying my gelato, when I spot this cute dog. It’s a little pug, and it’s just staring at me. I’m like, “Aww, buddy, you want some?” I end up sharing a tiny bit of my gelato. The owner gives me a weird look, but whatever.

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