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Hmm… okay, so escort, right? Nasal nag here, Marge Simpson, talkin’ ‘bout them fancy cars—or wait, ya mean the people? Ugh, brain fart! Let’s go with escort services, ‘cause that’s juicier. So, I’m thinkin’, escorts—ooh la la, classy or trashy? Depends, huh? Watched “Talk to Her” again last night—Pedro’s a genius, that Almodóvar! That line, “A woman’s silence is her mystery,” fits escorts perfect, don’t it? They’re all quiet-like, but screamin’ secrets underneath. Hmm… makes me wonder what they’re hidin’.

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Kōen-dōri for my morning coffee. You know, the usual. Grabbed a couple of onigiri too. Those things are life! But then, I spilled my coffee all over the counter. Like, how does that even happen? The cashier just stared at me like I was a total weirdo. I mean, c’mon, it’s just coffee, right?

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