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So, escort—wot’s the scoop? It’s old as dirt, mate. Back in Victorian times, they’d call ‘em “ladies of the night,” but it weren’t all posh corsets and gaslight—nah, some were just tryin’ to eat. Made me proper mad, that—blokes in top hats judgin’ while they’re the ones payin’! Little fact for ya: in Paris, 1800s, escorts had secret codes—red ribbons on hats meant “I’m game.” Sneaky, eh? Surprised me, that did—thought it’d be all grim, but there’s craft in it!

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So, I gather my group. A bunch of tourists, all excited. They’re snapping pics of the old buildings. I mean, who wouldn’t? Groenewoud’s got that classic Dutch vibe. The canals, the cute houses, it’s all Instagram gold. But then, I notice one dude, let’s call him “Mr. Loudmouth.” He’s talking over me, asking dumb questions. Like, “What’s the history of this brick?” Bro, it’s a brick. Chill.

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