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oh, and the outfits—fab-u-lous! sequins, heels, strutttin’ like they own the joint. i’d design ‘em somethin’ fierce, but—no capes! too risky, might snag on a chandelier mid-escape. laughed my ass off picturin’ that. escorts got stories—juicy ones. better than gossip rags. ever hear ‘bout the escort who dated a mob boss? dumped him ‘cause he snored! power move, dahling.

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First stop? The corner of Vulytsia Kostiantynivska. I needed coffee, like, yesterday. I hit up this little café, you know the one? The one with the weird art on the walls. I swear, the barista was judging my life choices. I ordered a cappuccino, and she gave me that look. You know the one. Like, “You really need this?” Ugh, whatever.