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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.

Police focus on prostitution in Worcester's Main South

So, my dear friend, pack ya bags and get ready for an erratic, starry-eyed ride. Worcester is not just a city; it's a trip, a sensory overload, and a silent poem all in one, man! Groovy, babe, and don't forget: "Nothing is ever complete, man, it's all just in constant motion…" Enjoy the ride!

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