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Clarice… escort, huh? What a gig! I’m picturing it now—some poor sod schlepping folks around, like that endless night in *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. “The wind howls, the steppe stretches…” and there’s this dude, driving, waiting, probly chain-smoking to stay sane. Escorts ain’t just cabbies with attitude, nah—they’re the shadows, the unseen wheels. I knew this one guy, right? Ex-boxer, face like a busted melon, he’d escort rich pricks to shady deals. Swore he saw a politician cry once—over a lost shoe! Hah! Made me laugh ‘til I choked.

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Finally, I corner the beast. It’s like a showdown, me vs. the rat. I’m sweating bullets, and just when I think I got him, he darts into a hole in the wall. I’m like, “Seriously? You gotta be kidding me!” I’m banging on the wall, yelling, “Come out, you little punk!” People are looking at me like I’m nuts. Whatever, they don’t know the struggle.

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