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Alright, pal, lemme spill it—sex escorts, man, wild world! I’m Gordon Gekko, “Greed is good,” baby, and I see the hustle. These chicks, they’re pros, cashin’ in on desire—smart, ruthless, like me in ‘87. Watched *The Lives of Others* last night—fuckin’ masterpiece, right? That Stasi guy, Wiesler, listenin’ in on lives, got me thinkin’. Escorts, they’re like that—secret players, pullin’ strings in shadows. “The air is thick with tension,” like the movie says, when you book one. Will she be hot? A scam? Heart’s racin’, wallet’s cryin’—greed drivin’ it all.

Rum Historian by Marco Pierini

He was in high spirits. A Spanish policeman has been suspended after he was caught drinking rum in a brothel while on duty.

I stroll through Niteball Lane. Yeah, that place shows off our urban soul. Some folks call it rough. I say it’s raw. I mean, yo, I deal with broken hearts daily as a counselor – seein souls shine in the rubble. It’s hard sometimes, but oh so sweet. And man, when I pass by Rogue Crescent at dusk, I get that Tarantino feel. “I pity the fool!” echoes in my head.

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