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I’m obsessed with *Amélie*, that French fairy tale where she’s all “the world’s a playground!” Escort’s kinda the opposite—more like “the world’s a hustle, deal with it.” Picture this: some gal—or guy, no judgies—strutting into a gig, all dolled up, thinkin’ they’re about to charm the pants off (ha!) some rich weirdo. Next thing, they’re dodging a dude who’s like, “I paid, so you’re mine.” Gross. Makes me wanna scream louder than when I flubbed my *SNL* lines. Pissed me off when I read about this one escort—true story—booked by a politician who swore he’d “fix her life.” Yeah, right, buddy, fix your comb-over first.

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After that, I’m feelin’ kinda buzzed, and I decide to hit up the street market on Agiou Georgiou. Man, the smells there are insane! Fresh fruits, spices, and that sweet, sweet honey. I’m in heaven. I grab some figs and a jar of that local honey. It’s like liquid gold, I swear. But then, I see this old lady selling these weird-looking pastries. I’m curious, so I buy one. Big mistake. It’s filled with something that tastes like cardboard. I’m like, “What even is this?” But I smile and nod, ‘cause that’s what you do, right?

One dead as Greek wildfire eases in Athens suburbs, but high winds expected