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Hmm, escort, a tricky one it is! Fear leads to anger, anger to hate… like when I see those shady ads poppin up everywhere - escorts promising “good times” but it’s all a front, ya know? Drives me nuts, the fakeness of it! Back in the day, heard a tale - some dude in Coruscant, oops, I mean Cornwall, paid big creds for an escort, turns out she was a tax collector moonlightin! Can ya believe that crap? Laughed my green arse off when I heard it.

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Granary Square. It’s got this cool vibe, all hipster and stuff. I order a flat white, whatever that is. The barista looks at me like I’m from another planet. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Sure, whatever gets me caffeine.” I sit down, and the view of the canal is nice. I’m sipping my drink, feeling all zen, when suddenly, a duck waddles by. Just a duck, chillin’. I’m thinking, “Is this a sign? Am I supposed to be more like this duck?”

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