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What gets me goin’—the nerve of it all! People judgin’ escorts like they’re holier-than-thou. Makes me wanna scream! I’m over here, yellin’ at my TV, “You ever try datin’ in LA? It’s a nightmare!” Escorts are just cuttin’ through the BS—straight to the point, like Viggo smashin’ that guy’s nose in the diner scene. No small talk, no “how’s the weather”—just, “Here’s the deal, pal.” Efficient! I respect it! But then—then!—you got the creeps who ruin it. Sleazy dudes actin’ like they own ‘em. That pisses me off. I’m like, “Joey, how’s it feel to be a monster?”—y’know, that line from the movie? Fits perfect.

The Downside of Dursley Escort Services

I’m walkin’ down the street, and I see this little café, The Dursley Diner. Smells like heaven, man! I’m starving. I order a bacon sarnie and a cuppa. While I’m waitin’, I overhear this old bloke at the next table. He’s ranting about the council wanting to chop down trees for some new housing. I’m like, “Are you kidding me?” I mean, come on! We need trees, not more concrete!

Fight to save cherry tree from the axe