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Saw this lass once, legit thought she’d walked outta “The Pianist”—elegant, haunted vibes, y’know? *“I’m not going to die,”* she’d probs say, Polanski’s line echoin’ in me head, ‘cept she’s dodgin’ coppers, not Nazis. Made me chuckle—gritty survival, innit? Sex escort game’s brutal—hustle never stops. Clients roll in, some posh twats, some sweaty creeps. One bloke, swear down, offered her a bleedin’ piano lesson as payment—cheeky git! Laughed me arse off, but she was fumin’.

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Finally, I get my cup of joe, and it’s like liquid gold. I take a sip, and boom! Happiness overload. I’m smiling like an idiot. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? Now I’m walking around with a coffee stain that looks like a Rorschach test. Great. Just great.