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So, I’m picturin’ this—me, Larry David, needin’ an escort. Not like that, get your mind outta the gutter! I mean, like, someone to drag me through life ‘cause I’m losin’ it daily. But okay, let’s talk real escort—hired company, right? I’m fascinated, honestly. Didja know escorts go back forever? Like, ancient Rome had ‘em—called ‘em “hetaerae” or some crap. Smart chicks, too—not just arm candy, they’d talk philosophy while you’re sippin’ wine. Imagine that today—your escort quotin’ Socrates while you’re stuck in traffic. I’d lose my mind! “Hey, honey, less Plato, more speed!”

Jade Taylor-Harrison was seen dealing drugs to two men in an alleyway

Melissa would not stop looking at Lancelot. He had stubble just like she prefers it and this gave him the perfect rough, sophisticated though, look. She literally grabbed his throbbing cock .

First off, I had a delivery coming. Some fancy wood for my coopering. You know, barrels and all that. I’m a cooper, not a magician! Anyway, the delivery was supposed to be here by 9. I’m pacing around, checking my watch like a madman. 9:30 rolls around, and I’m fuming. I mean, c’mon! I’ve got work to do!

Big screen set for Newcastle-under-Lyme town centre