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Reminds me of *Uncle Boonmee*, ya know? That flick’s my jam—slow as hell, but deep. “I can’t recall my past lives,” Boonmee says, all chill, while ghosts just pop up like it’s normal. Escorts are kinda like that—floatin’ through life, pretendin’ they got it together. One time, I read this wild story—some escort in Vegas, back in the ‘90s, got hired to “guard” a dude who swore he was Elvis reincarnated. Guy paid in cash and peanut butter sandwiches. Swear to God, true story. Made me laugh my ass off—people are nuts.

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I know a ton of secret spots. One’s the alley behind Maple & 8th. Not for the faint-hearted. People come here to chill or hide from problem, if you know what I mean. Insider fact: during a rough patch, I used to set up some mini massage sessions there. The vibe? Totally underground, a mix of urban art and desperation. Kinda like that Zodiac vibe where everyone hides behind a mask of normalcy. Remember the line “Everybody lies,” from Zodiac? Yeah, that's it.

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