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Love how escort’s got layers tho—like, didja know back in the day, medieval times, knights were basically escorts? Protectin’ lords, ridin’ horses, all that jazz. Kinda badass, right? Makes me think of Monsieur Gustave, “You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left.” Escort’s that glimmer—order in the mess. But don’t get me started on the sleazy side—some escorts pimpin’ themselves out for shady gigs. Surprised me how deep that rabbit hole goes—drugs, blackmail, yikes.

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Wakuya. A boat sits on top of a building at the centre of the Escort: Policemen stand guard as a vehicle transporting consulate.

So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s shining, birds chirping, and I’m like, “Cool, let’s do this.” I grab my coffee from that little shop on Kōen-dōri. You know the one? The barista always messes up my name. “Cathy” becomes “Kathy” or “Cathy with a K.” Whatever, I’m used to it.

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