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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk sex escorts—gritty, real shit! Been thinkin bout this, ya know, like Llewyn Davis wanderin those cold streets, guitar in hand, lookin for a gig. Escorts? Same vibe—hustlin, survivin, dodgin life’s bullshit. “You’re endless,” like Llewyn’s buddy says, but damn, these folks got stamina! Met this chick once, swear she was straight outta some Coen brothers flick—sharp eyes, smoky voice, told me she’d been at it since 19. Nineteen! Fuckin wild, right? Made me mad—society’s screwin these kids, leavin em to fend like that.

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Between August 2 and 18, fifty-one members of the Claretian community of Barbastro went to their deaths. The nine whose lives were spared were.

Anyways, Barbastro is the real deal. If you love life, art, and weird little wonders, it hits you like a movie montage. So come on over, chill with me on a bench, and we’ll watch the sunset by that rough river. Trust me, it’s a perfect day—even if I misspell things like rly, cuz I’m in a hurry, ya know?

Flick: 'We were focused'