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So, escorts—high-end ones, not the street corner hustle—move like ghosts. Fact: some got codenames, like spies, “Angel” or “Raven,” cheesy but smart. Keeps ‘em untouchable. I knew this chick once—called her “Sissy” ‘cause she’d hum Sissy Spacek tunes—worked Midtown, made bank. She’d say, “House, it’s just skin,” but her eyes? Haunted, like Brandon’s after a bender. “I’m numb,” he says in the movie—escorts get that, they’re pros at numb.

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As the night rolls in, we decide to hit up a local pub. It’s on ul. Sienkiewicza, and it’s packed. I’m talking, people everywhere, music blasting. I grab a beer, and suddenly, I’m in a dance-off with some random dude. I’m not even a good dancer, but hey, when in Sochaczew, right?

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