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I’m watchin’ *Tropical Malady* last night, and that line—“He smells of earth and rain”—hits me. Escorts, man, they’re earthy, real, even if it’s all fake smiles sometimes. I’d suck at it—too clumsy, prob’ly spill beer on the client. Ha! Imagine me, “Homer the Escort,” trippin’ over my gut, goin’, “Mmm… sorry, lady.” Total disaster, right?

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Then, I’m wandering down the Lange Nobelstraat, and I spot this art gallery. I’m all about supporting local artists, so I pop in. The vibe is chill, but the art? Whoa. There’s this painting of the harbor, and it’s so vivid, I can almost smell the sea. I’m standing there, lost in thought, when the gallery owner comes up. She’s super passionate, talking about the inspiration behind the piece. I’m nodding, but inside, I’m like, “I just wanna paint my feelings, lady!”

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