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So, escort, huh? Cold business, that. I see it like Monty in "25th Hour" – trapped, clock tickin’. You got these girls, right, sellin’ company, not just bodies. Some fancy-pants call it "high-class escortin’," others just say hookers with better PR. Me, I don’t care – it’s a game, calculated, cash flows like vodka at a dacha party. Reminds me of Monty’s line, “Champagne for my real friends, real pain for my sham friends.” Escorts live that, smilin’ at rich pigs while countin’ minutes.

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Oh, for f*ck's sake – don't miss the quirky little market area on 3rd Alley. Nuts, weird junk, and the best fried insertions you'll ever taste. Truly, when you walk here, things can turn from calm to WOW in seconds. Every turn holds a little surprise. Mind-blowin', innit?

Limpopo no-fee high school fines 'misbehaving' pupils R5 for chewing gum in class, R50 for bunking