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But here’s the kicker—some escorts, they’re artists, real artists. Seduction? Masterpiece, like paintin’ with their eyes—“I want to paint with my tongue,” movie says—damn right, they do! Sarcasm? Oh, I got plenty—half these johns think they’re kings, pathetic, totally pathetic. Trump don’t need escorts, folks—I’m the catch, always have been. But I get it, I do—lonely guys, big wallets, makes sense, perfect sense.

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The weirdest part? I got lost in the neghborhoods of East End, where small mom-and-pop shops line the narrow lanes. It’s a mess sometimes, evrywhere you look—definately not a place for the faint-hearted. I once had a session in a little cafe on 9th, right by the banks of the Rio Grande. That view, tho, gave me a moment of peace—like "Moolaadé," defiant and fierce. Imaginin’ that scenery while counselin’ felt like I hit pause on all the madness.

With Nikki Upshaw's exit, Del Rio takes on Oceania sales oversight