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So, escorts—fancy word, right? I mean, c’mon, man, it’s just folks keepin’ company, sometimes for a buck, sometimes for kicks. Watched *The Turin Horse*—yep, my fave, Béla Tarr’s a genius—and it hit me. “What is this?” I mumbled, watchin’ that horse plod along, stubborn as hell. Escorts are like that horse, y’know? Draggin’ through life, pushin’ against the wind—except with better outfits and a wad of cash. “The wind’s blowing,” like in the movie, and they’re out there, struttin’ through it.

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I hit up a little joint called Rusty’s Bar recently—dude, it’s not on any tourist map. Cheap beer, confetti laughs, and nature whispers in the background. Some nights it feels like Jesse James was here with rugged intensity: “Never trust the silent night!” I’d murmur, half in awe, half like, “Rarrgh!”

Lead Foot City, an automotive theme park in Brooksville, reopens this weekend