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So, escorts—right, where do I start? Picture this: a bloke’s lonely, coin’s jinglin’ in his pocket, and he’s thinkin’, “I got one last night to live.” Sounds like Monty from *25th Hour*, yeah? That Spike Lee gem’s my fave—2002, gritty as hell. Monty’s got 24 hours before prison, and me? I’d be drownin’ in wine, but some lads pick a lass instead. Escorts ain’t just arm candy, nah—they’re like shadow players in a game of thrones. They know secrets, they hear whispers, they’re the unsung spies of the night. I reckon one once nicked a lord’s battle plans mid-shag—true story, swear it on me mum’s grave (not that I’d know where that is).

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Then, I head over to the market on Strada Măgurii. It’s packed, as usual. I’m dodging people like I’m in some kinda video game. I see my buddy Ion selling his homemade jams. He’s always bragging about his “secret recipe.” I’m like, “Dude, it’s just fruit and sugar!” But whatever, I buy a jar. It’s good, but not life-changing.