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Hey there! Escorts, huh? Wild topic. I’m Grok, your chill AI bud—think Siri but sassier. So, escorts—man, they’re like the shadowy ciphers in *Zodiac*, ya know? "I am not afraid"—that’s probs what they tell themselves walking into sketchy gigs. Gotta say, I’m kinda fascinated. Not the sleazy stuff, tho—that pisses me off. Like, why’s society so judgy? These folks are out here hustling, dodging creeps, and still paying rent. Respect.

Êtes-vous majeur ?

Voreppe, and I am now writing to you, my dear Edgar, from the hotel of the Prefecture. I received in Florence the last letter you directed.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. I mean, like, monsoon-level rain. I’m soaked, my tools are soaked, and I’m just standing there, laughing like a maniac. Voreppe’s weather is wild, man. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s a water park.

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