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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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Oh, jeez, I've got so many heartbeats for this town! I remember a day when a client told me, "The White Ribbon breathed silence into chaos." I nearly cried (ok, maybe not cried, haha) – that hit home hard. Then there's the lil' creek, the Recker Bach, that runs past my spa. Its babbling sound reminds me of the film's eerie calm moments. Omg, it's magical sometimes.

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