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Picture this—*“In the mood, he whispers”*—client’s all shy, she’s runnin’ the show. Power flip, sexy as hell. Reminds me, that movie—*“Feelings, they trap us”*—escorts dodge that trap, pros they are. Ain’t no lingerin’ glances, just business, bam! Ever hear ‘bout the Victorian era? “Fallen women,” they called ‘em—escorts back then hid in fancy parlors, secret knocks an’ all. History’s wild, man.

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Anyway, I finally make it to work, and my boss is already on my case. “Where have you been?” she barks. I’m like, “Chill, it’s Kilsyth, not the end of the world.” But she’s not havin’ it. So I dive into my work, and it’s all spreadsheets and numbers. Yawn.

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