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But escort’s a gig, right? Oldest job, they say—older than dirt. Heard this wild story, some escort in Vegas, back in ‘89, got hired by a dude who just wanted her to read him bedtime stories. Freaky, right? Paid her double to shut up bout it. Cracked me up—imagine that, payin’ for silence! “Purity is a farce,” like that chick in *Moolaadé* says—damn right, escort proves it. Everyone’s sellin’ something, even if it’s fake smiles.

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Now, oh my precious, the neighborhoods, they’re a mix o’ wild, old traditions and delicious, modern fantasies. Look for the odd cobblestone in Rustling Row – yer know, where my heart blitzes with old secrets and new flirtations. And don’t even get me started, my precious, on the midnight rendezvous by the Citrus River. Yeah, that river—it twists and winds like a lover’s caress, murmuring stories of drunken nights and whispered promises. Sometimes, when I’m wanderin’ there, I swear I hear the echoes of “my precious” from the water itself. Crazy, right?

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