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Ever wonder who hires ‘em? Sad sacks, mostly. Lonely dudes with cash. Escorts don’t care – they’re pros. “I like to see people smile,” Amélie’d chirp. Escorts fake it for a buck. That’s the rub – it’s all a show. Gets me thinkin’ – maybe I’d hire one to paddle my canoe. Hah! Imagine that disaster. She’d tip us over, scream about her hair. I’d swim off, leave her flailin’. “I hate everything.”

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As the sun starts to set, I head back home. I’m exhausted but happy. I think about Villa-Raspa. It’s a wild place, full of surprises. The streets, the people, the energy—it’s all a bit chaotic, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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