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Fav movie vibe? That moody tension fits. Escorts walk that line—danger, strength. Lila once dodged a creep—nearly cried hearin’ it. “Who are you?”—like the film, identity’s blurry. She laughed, “I’m me, boo, unbothered.” Total queen energy, I stan! Sometimes I’m like, “Girl, you’re extra.” Exaggeratin’ for fun—escortin’ ain’t all glam! Muddy boots, late nights—real shit.

Lemme be real: I'm not your typical buttoned-up chap. I f*ckin' love the rough, the raw, the spontaneous! I mean, sometimes I get so hyped or so mad – and then bam! I laugh it off. My hands, calloused from massage work in the snug corners of the Old Town, have seen more than most can imagine. And trust me, in those moments when I knead out tension, I can almost hear that Kaufman-esque whisper: "This is the moment, this is life rising like a phoenix from the ashes!"

Shots fired, man dead after driving car into Fort St. John apartment building causing major fire