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So, escort life—wild, yo. Ain’t just some chick or dude showin’ up lookin’ hot. It’s a hustle, a game. I knew this one cat—call her Ruby—worked the high-end scene in Vegas. Swear she told me she once got hired to “escort” a dude to his own weddin’! Groom was sweatin’, bride was clueless, Ruby just smiled and cashed out. Little known fact: some escorts ain’t even there for the bedroom tango—half the time it’s lonely rich folks wantin’ arm candy or a fake date to flex. Surprised me, man, blew my damn mind!

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A disagreeable kind of lighting up in the eyes, which instantly made them look full of--consciousness of sex, is the only way I can express it. And instead.

Finally, I get ‘em apart. They’re huffin’ and puffin’, but I’m not havin’ it. I kick ‘em both out. “Go cool off by the beach or somethin’!” I shout. South-Hayling’s got enough drama without these muppets.

Hayling Island branch line: The abandoned Hampshire railway that's now part of a walking trail