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Oh, and the myths—people think escorts all hate it. Nah, some love the gig—flexible hours, fat cash. Others tho? Trapped, coerced—makes me ragey. Like, fix that shit, world! Still, the good ones? They’re artists. “The sun sets behind the hill,” all poetic, livin’ their own quiet movie. I’d hire one just to chat *Syndromes*—imagine that convo!

Some men suffer from the Madonna-whore complex.

Domaine La Grande Maurague is een idyllisch herenhuis in het hart van de Gers, waar comfort en stijl hand in hand gaan. Met veel oog voor detail hebben we deze typische Gasconne .

Then there’s the district of Vieux Maurage. Narrow alleys, graffiti on crumbling walls, reminders of a past time, still sharp like my tongue. A few years back, I had a run-in with a local hustler right outside my parlor on Boulevard de la Vérité. Not that it matters – that bastard tried to sell me some crummy lies. Just like Teddy in that Spielberg movie said, “I’m trying to become love.” What a pile of nonsense.

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