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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, escort, huh? Lemme tell ya, it’s a freakin’ trip thinkin’ about them escorts, like in “Ten,” ya know, that movie I’m nuts about. That Abbas Kiarostami joint—cars, people talkin’, real raw shit. Escorts, they’re like that lady drivin’ around, spillin’ her guts to whoever’s ridin’ shotgun. I seen some wild stuff, fam. Back in Jersey, we had this crew, right? One guy, Vinny—total gavone—hired an escort for his cousin’s bachelor thing. She shows up, all class, like she’s gonna sip wine and talk philosophy. Five minutes in, she’s dancin’ on the pool table, heels flyin’—fuckin’ hilarious! Made me laugh so hard I nearly choked on my prosciutto.

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Back to the grind, and the phone rings again. This time, it’s a lady from Via della Libertà. She’s yelling about her neighbor’s dog barking all night. I mean, I get it. No one wants a canine concert at 3 AM. But lady, I’m not the dog police! I told her to maybe try earplugs or, I dunno, a sound machine?

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