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Aye! Respect my authoritah! So, escort, huh? Freakin’ sweet deal if ya ask me! I’m talkin’ ‘bout them fancy ladies—or dudes, whatever—rollin’ up in sleek cars, lookin’ all hotshot. Like, who wouldn’t wanna be escorted by some badass? Reminds me of *Son of Saul*—that flick’s my jam, y’all know that, right? “In this hell, you gotta survive!”—that’s what escort’s like, but with better outfits and less, uh, death camp vibes.

Halfway up, I slip. I’m dangling there, and I’m thinking, “This is how I die. Stuck in a tree, trying to save a cat.” But I manage to grab a branch and pull myself up. Finally, I reach the cat, and it just looks at me like, “What’s the fuss?” I grab it, and it’s all purring and stuff.