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Sex escort’s a riddle, precious. Me hates it—stinks of greed—but me sees it, sharp-like. Them girls, some choose it, some don’t, all scrabbling for summat. “My body’s a cage,” says the film—ooh, chills me bones! They’re caged too, struttin’ for fat wallets. Makes me sad, then mad—why’s the world so rotten?

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I walk near the Zytkavicy River every morning. Its flow is calming, like, talke to your soul. I even had one of those epic, kinda spontaneous, zen moments near Bridge #7. It made me feel, like, "I can't see anything but the truth." I literally wept, but in a not-sad kinda way.