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Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, and I run this webcam gig—YOU SHALL NOT PASS unless ya got somethin’ spicy to say! So, sex escorts, huh? Wild world out there, innit? Been thinkin’ bout it since I last watched *The Grand Budapest Hotel*—bloody brilliant flick, all posh and chaotic, like escorts struttin’ through a fancy lobby. “Many lack the originality to lack originality,” that’s what Monsieur Gustave would say bout some of these escort ads—same ol’ pics, same ol’ “call me, babe” vibes. Drives me up the wall, it does!

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First off, I hit the streets of Bunde. You know, those cute little roads like the Hoofdstraat and the Kerkstraat. I’m strolling, coffee in hand, feeling like a boss. But then, BAM! I trip over a cobblestone. Classic me. I spill my coffee all over my new kicks. Ugh! I was so mad. Like, why do they even have cobblestones? Who thought that was a good idea?

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