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Alright, y’all, listen up! Git-R-Done! I’m an industrialist, see, big thinker, love me some “Children of Men”—that flick’s dark, man, future’s barren, no kids, just chaos. So, sex escorts, huh? Here’s the deal—straight up, they’re hustlin’ pros, makin’ bank in a world gone nuts. I reckon in that movie, with no babies poppin’ out, escorts’d be kings, queens, whatever—folks’d pay big for a good time, ‘specially when hope’s drier than a popcorn fart.

Then, outta nowhere, I bumped into my old buddy, Amir. We used to run around Kafr-Qari- like we owned the place. We ended up at the park near Al-Nasr Street, just reminiscing. You know, the good ol’ days. But then he started talking about his new job. Ugh, corporate life. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Dude, you’re selling your soul!” I said. He just laughed it off.

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