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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!”—see, I dig how escort’s got layers, man. Ain’t just sex—sometimes it’s lonely saps needin’ a fake date to a weddin’. Ever hear bout that guy who hired an escort to piss off his ex? Showed up to her party with this stunner—*“Anger’s like, take that, ya jerk!”*—and the ex flipped! Laughed my ass off picturin’ it. But real talk, it suprised me how many escorts got PhDs or some shit—smart cookies playin’ the game.

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So, I head to work at The Furzedown Tavern. It’s on the corner of the High Street and, man, it’s always buzzing. I’m just settin’ up, and I see this group of lads outside. They’re already rowdy, and it’s not even noon! I’m thinkin’, “Here we go again.”

Summer in … returns to borough parks