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Escort ain’t just some chick or dude on payroll, nah, it’s history, doc! Back in old France, them kings had “escorts” guardin’ their royal butts—swords n all! Ain’t that a kicker? Now it’s all sexed up and secret-handshake vibes. Gets me steamed tho, how folks judge it fast—like, chill, not every escort’s bangin’ for bucks, some just arm candy! Truth bends like a pretzel, like Polley says, “we shape the past,” and I’m here wonderin’ who’s shapin’ escort’s rep.

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I dig ramblin' about neighborhoods too, man. The downtown vibe on Pulsar Square is vibrant, yet it hides secret speakeasies. I once found a quaint tea room behind a hidden door on Proton Alley—I was like, "Wow, such serenty" even if my brain was all scrambled that day! Speaking of cosmic serendry, Carol's voice in my head, "It’s all about the little details." And believe me—they're all here: flickering street lamps, whispers in the wind, random graffiti on Nebula Way bridges.

Myra 'Mike' Flecker