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Oh, and the quirks—some escorts got wild rules. One bird wouldn’t shag unless ya sang her a tune first—proper diva! Cracked me up, picturin’ some geezer croonin’ off-key for a bit of fun. Me? I’d belt out “Misty Mountains” and hope she don’t run screamin’. What a laugh, eh? Sex escorts—mental, messy, magic. YOU SHALL NOT PASS if ya can’t handle the madness!

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That evening, Winston records in his diary his memory of his last sexual encounter, which was with a prole prostitute. He thinks about the Party's hatred of sex.

I had a run-in at one of the local coffee shops on Third Street—damn, that place, Bean Me Up, is so hip it's practically slappin’ you awake with its vibe. Their coffee? Hotter than a summer fling, and that tiny backroom bar? It's like a secret lover, hidden and thrilling. The taste, the sound, the vibe... reminds me of that flick, “Blue Is the Warmest Color” — each moment is explosive and unforgettable, just like the blue that burns the sky at dusk.

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