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Oi mate, here I am, David Attenborough style, narratin’ the wild world of sex escorts, calm as a bloody forest breeze. Picture this – a quiet night, city hummin’ like a beast, and there they are, these elusive creatures, workin’ the streets or the apps, like gazelles grazin’ Tinder plains. Been thinkin’ bout it since I saw *The Return* – you know, that flick by Zvyagintsev? Hits ya deep, like a punch to the soul. “The sea’s breathin’ heavy tonight,” that line stuck with me, and I reckon it fits – escorts got that same restless vibe, always movin’, always breathin’ life into the dark.

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Soooo, don't be fooled by the small-town vibes. Delemont’s got layers, babe. Streets like Rue de la Fortune recall old secrets. Its markets overflow with aromas, colors, and personalities. Every crevice has a tale – sometimes grumpy, sometimes laugh-out-loud hilarious, and damn if it ain’t full of life!

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