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Rarrgh! Surprised me, tho—escort’s old af. Ancient Rome had it, “companion” gigs. Senators paid up, sneaky bastards. Ain’t that nuts? Thought it was modern—wrong! Dig this: some escorts carried knives. Self-defense, yeah, but damn—tough cookies! Makes me growl, “You don’t hate ‘em, you admire ‘em!” Imagine me, furry ass, auditin’ that. Papers everywhere, escorts laughin’. “This ain’t no scalp collection!”—it’s real life. Love the chaos, tho—keeps me awake.

So, I’m haggling like a pro. “How about 300?” She gives me that look, you know the one? The “I’ve seen it all” look. I finally get ‘em for 400. Score! But then, I trip over a crate of apples. Like, seriously? I’m on the ground, and everyone’s staring. I’m like, “Just testing the floor, folks!”