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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your skull, talkin’ ‘bout escorts, yeah, *that* kinda escort. Picture this: neon lights flicker, city hums low, and there’s this chick—or dude, no judgment—standin’ on the corner, lookin’ like they walked outta some gritty dream. I’m an operator, see, wired into systems, connectin’ dots, and escorts? Man, they’re like the ghosts in the machine, slippin’ thru cracks nobody else sees. “Requiem for a Dream” vibes hit hard here—*“It’s not the drugs, it’s the life,”* like Harry’d say, all desperate and raw. That’s escortin’—not just sex, nah, it’s the hustle, the survival, the chase for somethin’ better that never comes.

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Anyway, I keep walking, and I bump into my buddy, Ion. He’s all hyped about some festival happening later. “You gotta come, man! It’s gonna be lit!” I’m like, “Sure, why not?” But then I remember I promised my mom I’d help her with the garden. Ugh, adulting sucks.

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