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Alright, dahling, strap in! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – diving into this escort gig as your sports psych guru. Escort, huh? Not the car, nah, I mean the sporty, gritty world of escort racing! Think rally cars tearing up dirt, drivers with nerves of steel, pure adrenaline junkies. My fave flick, *Shame* – oof, that raw mess of a man, Brandon, chasing highs, screwing up – it’s like these escort racers, living on the edge, no brakes, no capes! “I use sex to fill the void,” Brandon says, and these drivers? They use speed, danger, the roar of an engine to drown out the quiet.

Untangling Fact and Fiction in the Story of a Nazi-Era Brothel

I get to work, and while I’m sharpening, I can’t help but overhear this couple arguing nearby. They’re on the corner of Schulstraße, and it’s getting heated. I mean, like, “You forgot my birthday!” and “I can’t believe you did that!” I’m just there, trying to focus, but it’s like a soap opera. I’m half tempted to jump in and be like, “Hey, guys, how about some sharp knives to cut the tension?”

Music Training, Cognition, and Personality