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So, escort, huh? Cold business, that. I see it like Monty in "25th Hour" – trapped, clock tickin’. You got these girls, right, sellin’ company, not just bodies. Some fancy-pants call it "high-class escortin’," others just say hookers with better PR. Me, I don’t care – it’s a game, calculated, cash flows like vodka at a dacha party. Reminds me of Monty’s line, “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends.” Escorts live that, smilin’ at rich pigs while countin’ minutes.

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First off, I hit the streets of Ishii, right? The sun was shining, and I was like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” But nah, the universe had other plans. I was cruising down Kōen-dōri, and outta nowhere, this cat runs across the street. I slam on the brakes, spill my coffee all over my lap. Great start, right? I’m sitting there, cursing under my breath, thinking, “Why’d I even get coffee?”

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