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Heya buddy! So, escort, huh? Like, escort escort! Y’know, drivin’ fancy people ‘round in slick cars? I’m thinkin’ bout it, and it’s wild! Like, “This ain’t no country for old men,” right? Them escorts gotta be quick, zippy, dodgin’ traffic like Llewelyn runnin’ from Anton! I bet they see crazy stuff—rich folks actin’ all high ‘n mighty, prolly tippin’ with pennies. Makes me mad, dude! Stingy jerks!

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And once he had left the inhabited part of town behind him, he would break into a gallop so fast that none of his escorts could keep up with him. Albano.

Finally, I grab some tomatoes and a bottle of that famous Castelli Romani wine. I mean, if I’m gonna have a day like this, I need some vino, right? I’m feeling a bit better, but then I see my buddy Marco. He’s at the café on Via Mazzini, and he’s like, “Hey! You look like a drowned rat!” Thanks, Marco. Real supportive.

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