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So, escorts—been around forever, right? Back in Victorian days, they’d sneak into fancy parlors, all hush-hush, dodgin’ coppers. Ain’t much changed, just fancier tech—apps now, not whispers! I read once ‘bout this escort in London, 1800s, who conned lords outta gold with fake sob stories. Cheeky lass, gotta respect the hustle! Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how she’d outsmart half the Shire’s dimwits. But it ain’t all laughs—some stories gut-punch ya. Like *The Turin Horse*, where the wind howls “all is lost,” this job’s got despair creepin’ in. I got mad hearin’ ‘bout escorts gettin’ roughed up, no one carin’. Makes my staff spark—nobody deserves that!

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But then, I spot a familiar face in the crowd. It’s my buddy, Kenji. He’s got that goofy grin, and I can’t help but laugh. We start shootin’ the breeze, and he tells me about this new sushi place on Takahashi Street. I’m like, “Dude, I’m in!” But then, outta nowhere, a guy bumps into me. I spill my drink all over my jacket. Great. Just great.

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