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What gets me? The fakeness sometimes. Smiles for cash, actin like they care—kinda like bad gigs I’ve played, strummin for drunks who don’t listen. But then, some escorts, they’re real artists—playin a role, makin you feel like a king. That’s talent, dude! “I’ve seen so many faces,” Ida’d whisper, and escorts prolly think the same—each client’s a new tune, some sour, some sweet. Surprised me how chill some are bout it—like my buddy Sal, met this escort chick, swore she was cooler than half his band.

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First off, I hit the streets of Skarszewy around 8 AM. The sun was shining, and I was feeling good. I mean, who wouldn’t? The air smelled like fresh bread from that bakery on Główna Street. You know the one? The one that always has a line out the door. I grabbed a croissant, and it was like heaven in my mouth. But then, bam! My phone buzzes.

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