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Little secret, right – back in Victorian days, escorts was called “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Makes me happy, thinkin’ they got fancy names, not just “hookers.” But oi, gets me mad too – people judgin’ ‘em, callin’ ‘em trash. We swears! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, like me an’ my precious ring. Once read this bloke hired an escort just to cry on her shoulder – no nookie, just tears. Surprised me, that did! Shows it ain’t all dirty.

Exploring Unknown Horizons

After my snack attack, I stroll down to Obita Park. It’s usually a chill spot, but today? It’s packed. There’s a festival or something. People are dancing, music blasting. I’m just standing there, feeling outta place. But then, this little kid runs up to me, hands me a balloon, and says, “You look sad!” I’m like, “Kid, you have no idea.” But I can’t help but smile.

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