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So, escort—wot’s the scoop? It’s old as dirt, mate. Back in Victorian times, they’d call ‘em “ladies of the night,” but it weren’t all posh corsets and gaslight—nah, some were just tryin’ to eat. Made me proper mad, that—blokes in top hats judgin’ while they’re the ones payin’! Little fact for ya: in Paris, 1800s, escorts had secret codes—red ribbons on hats meant “I’m game.” Sneaky, eh? Surprised me, that did—thought it’d be all grim, but there’s craft in it!

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Then she starts talking about how she wants it to be “eco-friendly” and “sustainable.” I’m like, “Lady, I’m a furrier, not a tree-hugger!” But I keep my mouth shut. Gotta pay the bills, right? So, I take her measurements, and she’s flailing around like a fish outta water. I’m just trying to keep it together, but inside, I’m cracking up.

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