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Sometimes I wonder—Llewyn’d prob bang an escort, write a song bout it. “Where’s its pussy?”—he’d ask, lost in his haze, missin the point. Me? I’d tip extra, just for the balls it takes. Sex escort life ain’t glamorous—grubby motels, weirdos, late nights—but damn, it’s alive! Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares? It’s raw, messy, and fuckin human. Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—that’s my take, buddy!

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Viana-do-Castelo escolta.

I sit on a bench, trying to enjoy my cat, but the music is too loud. I’m getting annoyed again. I mean, can’t a guy just relax? But then, one of the kids comes over and asks if I wanna join them. I’m like, “Nah, I’m good.” But then I think, “Why not?” So, I join in, and we end up having a mini dance-off. I’m busting out my best moves, and they’re cracking up. It’s hilarious!

Figure 2. Land use map in the study area of Mascalucia, Tremestieri...