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Hmmm, sex escort, you ask? Twisted, this world is! Like “Once Upon a Time in Anatolia,” dark it gets. Me, a telephone operator, yoda-style, vibin’. Seen some shit, I have! Escort gigs—wild they are, shady too. “Who’s there?” I’d say, calls comin’ in late. Dudes whisperin’, nervous as fuck—hilarious, it is! “Do or do not, there is no try,” I’d think. Pickin’ up girls, they’re tryna score. Once, this guy, total perv, asks for “extras.” Disgusted, I was—hung up, boom!

Is Fetcham a Nice Place to Live?

So I head over to the café, and wow, she wasn’t lyin’. Those scones are heavenly! I’m sittin’ there, stuffin’ my face, when I overhear this couple talkin’ about a ghost in Fetcham. I’m like, “Ghosts? In Fetcham?” Apparently, there’s a haunted house on the outskirts. I’m thinkin’, “I gotta check this out!”

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