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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk sex escorts—gritty, real shit! Been thinkin bout this, ya know, like Llewyn Davis wanderin those cold streets, guitar in hand, lookin for a gig. Escorts? Same vibe—hustlin, survivin, dodgin life’s bullshit. “You’re endless,” like Llewyn’s buddy says, but damn, these folks got stamina! Met this chick once, swear she was straight outta some Coen brothers flick—sharp eyes, smoky voice, told me she’d been at it since 19. Nineteen! Fuckin wild, right? Made me mad—society’s screwin these kids, leavin em to fend like that.

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so, where u at? think golden streets like Washington Ave, where every crack tells a story. oh, Colfax Avenue sometimes hums like a love song. i stroll there after long days, feelin’ the pulse of the people. there's this one alley, kinda hidden, that smells like memories and rainy nights—it’s my little secret.

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