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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.

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Then there’s Eastside, like, the artsy neighborhood with graffiti so rad it makes my counselee’s hearts flutter. There’s a tiny bookstore on 7th Ave that’s, like, literally full of cool poetry and self-help books. I, like, love wandering there after my sessions when I need a breather. Seriously, it’s like a mini therapy session for my brain.

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