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So, escorts—right, where do I start? Picture this: a bloke’s lonely, coin’s jinglin’ in his pocket, and he’s thinkin’, “I got one last night to live.” Sounds like Monty from *25th Hour*, yeah? That Spike Lee gem’s my fave—2002, gritty as hell. Monty’s got 24 hours before prison, and me? I’d be drownin’ in wine, but some lads pick a lass instead. Escorts ain’t just arm candy, nah—they’re like shadow players in a game of thrones. They know secrets, they hear whispers, they’re the unsung spies of the night. I reckon one once nicked a lord’s battle plans mid-shag—true story, swear it on me mum’s grave (not that I’d know where that is).

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After all that, I’m exhausted. I decide to take a stroll down the Danube. The view is stunning, but I’m too tired to appreciate it. I plop down on a bench, and just breathe. Then, I see this couple taking selfies. They’re all lovey-dovey, and I’m like, “Ugh, get a room!” But then, they ask me to take their pic. I’m like, “Sure, but no weird poses, okay?”

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