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So, escort, huh? Cold business, that. I see it like Monty in "25th Hour" – trapped, clock tickin’. You got these girls, right, sellin’ company, not just bodies. Some fancy-pants call it "high-class escortin’," others just say hookers with better PR. Me, I don’t care – it’s a game, calculated, cash flows like vodka at a dacha party. Reminds me of Monty’s line, “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends.” Escorts live that, smilin’ at rich pigs while countin’ minutes.

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I get a kick out of little imperfections here. So many spots have this gritty authenticity—like my spa’s corridor with that quirky painting that looks unfinished. It reminds me of “Under the Skin,” ya know? The way things appear under layers… you expect perfection but get raw, honest vibes instead. And sometimes, I just zone out thinking “You're coming with me?” like in that movie, as if the world might just pull ya along in its crazy ride.

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