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So, sex escorts – they’re like secret agents of pleasure, slippin’ through the night, dodgy as hell sometimes! I reckon it’s a mixed bag, yeah? Some birds are proper fit, makin’ you go “Oh, I’m in a right state!” – happy as a lad with a new guitar string. But then, there’s the dodgy side – blokes gettin’ conned, cash vanishin’ faster than my mojo on a bad day. Pisses me right off, that does! Like, one time, heard this story – true as me barnet – some geezer paid top quid for an escort, and she rocked up lookin’ like Dr. Evil’s cat, Mr. Bigglesworth! Bald, mate, no spark – total stitch-up!

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So, I’m a Torcador, right? You know, the guy who twists those grapevines into shape. Yeah, that’s me. I hit the streets of Naousa, ready to tackle the day. First stop? The main square, Plateia 28is Oktovriou. It’s always buzzing, but today? It was like a freakin’ carnival. Kids runnin’ around, old folks gossiping, and the smell of fresh koulouri in the air. I swear, I could’ve floated away on that aroma.

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