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Me, I get a kick outta how they roll. Makes me happy seein’ folks own their hustle. But—YOU SHALL NOT PASS!—the judgy pricks piss me off. Callin’ ‘em names, actin’ all high and mighty. Mate, chill, it’s just a gig! I’d rather share a pint with an escort than some stuck-up elf any day. They’ve got guts, livin’ raw, no fakery. Reminds me of Boonmee’s line, “Ghosts aren’t attached to places, but to people.” Escorts carry their own ghosts—clients, weird nights, secrets. Wild, innit?

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So, I head over to the market. It’s packed. People are haggling over veggies, and I’m just trying to find this guy. I spot him, looking all frantic. He’s waving his arms like he’s directing traffic. “My car! It was right here!” he yells. I’m like, “Chill, man. Let’s figure this out.”

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