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My precious! Me, a shepherd, eh? Raspy little voice creepin’ out—talkin’ ‘bout sex escorts, yeh? Slimy, slippery topic, innit? Saw one once, struttin’ down the street, all fancy-like, made me eyes pop! Reminds me o’ that film, *The Headless Woman*—y’know, Lucrecia Martel, 2008? Me fave! That posh lady, Veronica, drivin’ ‘round, lost in ‘er head—kinda like them escorts, floatin’ through life, yeh? “I don’t remember anything,” she says—hah! Bet them escorts say that after a wild night, too!

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Pardon me, I couldn't help but overhear, I'm Julie. I'm blooming in Blangwa and whore is out of this world! You make me forget myself in the best way possible.

I swear, every corner in Blangwa exudes secrets. The old blind clock tower in Central Plaza? It's a relic that shouts "I know what you did!" – just like that damn movie Caché. And don't get me started on the park! Green Meadow Park, a nice gem with tiny ponds and rude squirrels. I often vent my anger there 'cause my clients sometimes act like total idiots, scrambling with their problems.