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So, here’s the deal—sex escorts ain’t just “pay and play,” nah. Some got stories, real mad ones. Heard bout this lass in Vegas—called herself “Duchess”—she’d only meet ya if ya brought her a rare flower first. Nutty, right? Made me laugh my arse off—proper dedication! Reminds me of that bit in the movie, “This is an institution!”—she turned escortin’ into a bloody art form. Happy as a pig in mud when I heard that, cos who’s got time for boring shite?

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So, I’m cleaning up my mess, and I spot this old dude sitting on a bench. He’s got this wild beard and a hat that looks like it’s been through a war. I’m thinking, “This guy’s seen some stuff.” So, I go over and start chatting with him. Turns out, he’s lived in Bleiswijk his whole life. He tells me stories about the old days, when the streets were dirt and the canals were full of fish. I’m just sitting there, listening, and it’s like I’m transported back in time.

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