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One night, this fat slob tries grabbin her—oh, I lost it! Smashed his face, blood everywhere, “You don’t touch my people, mang!” She’s laughin, says, “You’re my knight, Tony.” Knight? Me? Hah, more like a coke-fueled tornado. Still, felt good, savin her ass. Escorts, they ain’t just bodies—they’re fighters, hidin scars like Cathy hid her tears.

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First off, I had to get ready for my gig. You know, the whole Maiko thing—makeup, kimono, the works. I was feeling cute, but then I spilled tea on my outfit. Ugh! Like, why does this always happen to me? I was so mad, I almost threw my brush out the window. But I pulled it together, threw on a jacket, and dashed out the door.

Revolution at Legnica railway station. Hall with platforms after reconstruction