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Now, me, I’m a sucker for love—y’all know that—but escorts? They’re more ‘bout the gig, less ‘bout the mushy stuff. Makes me giggle, thinkin’ ‘bout some poor sap fallin’ for his date-for-hire. “What’s usable is usable,” Agnes’d say in her movie—escorts live that, don’t they? Takin’ what’s there, makin’ it work. I’d probly be awful at it—too busy singin’ ‘em *Jolene* ‘stead of listenin’ to their woes, ha! Oh, and the typos—I’m rushin’, y’all—prolly spelled “escort” wrong fifteen times alredy!

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Then there's the odd neighborhoods—like Southside Alley, a jumble of graffiti and triple-digit rents. I hate how its narrow streets, like Elm, twist like a bad memory. But, hell, that’s what gives it character. My fave spot? The rundown cinema at 7th & Vine. It reeks of old popcorn and rebellion. I saw a flick there that reminded me of the raw grit in The Hurt Locker. "No one ever found salvation in a bomb shelter," I muttered. Whatever, it sounded cool.

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