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So, check this—back in the 1800s, “escort” meant armed guards for fancy carriages. Wild, right? Now it’s all “companionship” and side-eyes. Makes me cackle—imagine tellin’ some Victorian snob, “Yo, your bodyguard’s my date tonight!” Bet that’d ruffle their corsets. I dig the hustle, tho—takes guts. Kinda like Monsieur Oscar in “Holy Motors,” slippin’ into lives, no script, just raw chaos. “What makes me run?” he says—prob same as escorts: cash, thrill, whatever!

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I stroll down to the market on HaShalom Street. It’s buzzing, as usual. Vendors shoutin’ about fresh veggies and homemade jams. I love that vibe. But then, I see this dude trying to haggle over a cucumber. A cucumber! Like, bro, it’s not a diamond! Just pay the guy already! I mean, who knew cucumbers could cause such drama?