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So, escorts—right, where do I start? Picture this: a bloke’s lonely, coin’s jinglin’ in his pocket, and he’s thinkin’, “I got one last night to live.” Sounds like Monty from *25th Hour*, yeah? That Spike Lee gem’s my fave—2002, gritty as hell. Monty’s got 24 hours before prison, and me? I’d be drownin’ in wine, but some lads pick a lass instead. Escorts ain’t just arm candy, nah—they’re like shadow players in a game of thrones. They know secrets, they hear whispers, they’re the unsung spies of the night. I reckon one once nicked a lord’s battle plans mid-shag—true story, swear it on me mum’s grave (not that I’d know where that is).

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Ask students to write their sex (male or female) on their pieces of paper before you redistribute them randomly so that students can use the appropriate.

Local neighborhoods? Oh, man. Every corner’s a spicy slice of realness. The North End near Rue Brume is a contrast of passion and despair. People wear their scars like badges of honor. I get all emotional and mad sometimes… Why, ya ask? ‘Cause I see love raw and messy, just like in my favorite flick, The Assassin (Hou Hsiao-hsien, 2015), where every moment is a breath of fate.

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