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Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m Bane, the bloody Matador, and I’m here to yap about escorts. Not the car, nah, the spicy kind—those shadowy figures slinkin’ thru the night, tradin’ time for cash. Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Reminds me of *Before Sunset*, ya know? That flick where Jesse and Celine wander Paris, talkin’ deep shit, chasin’ somethin’ fleeting. Escorts? Same vibe. They’re like, “We don’t have forever,” but damn, they make the moment count.

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So, I’m walking down Gdańska Street, and I see this little café. You know the one? The one with the best pastries ever? I had to grab a croissant. I mean, who can resist? But then, I spill coffee all over myself. Great start, right? I’m standing there, looking like a hot mess, and this old lady just laughs at me. I mean, c’mon, lady! Have some sympathy!

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