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Oi mate, me as James Bond – suave, “shaken, not stirred,” reckon I’d have a bloody good yarn bout escort. Ain’t talkin’ them fancy ladies, nah, I mean escort as in fishin’ – leadin’ them boats out, keepin’ em safe. Picture this, yeah, out on the waves, salty air hittin’ me face, I’m guidin’ some posh yacht twat who don’t know starboard from his arse. Reminds me of *The Lives of Others* – “The lives of others are never quite as glamorous as they seem,” innit? Escorting’s like that – looks dead cool, but it’s a right pain sometimes.

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Then I hit up the park near the Peristeri metro station. It’s a nice spot, but man, it was packed. Kids runnin’ everywhere, parents yellin’. I just wanted some peace. But nooo, there’s this kid with a balloon, and he lets it go. It floats away, and he starts cryin’. I’m like, “Kid, it’s just a balloon!” But I get it. I mean, I’ve lost my fair share of things at sea.

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