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Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, escort’s wild! Like, I’m Chewbacca, hairy auditor, diggin’ it. Escort’s that ride-or-die service, y’know? Not talkin’ cars, nah, people! Folks pay for company—crazy, right? Watched *Inglourious Basterds*, got me thinkin’. “That’s a bingo!”—escort’s sneaky business. Hidden in plain sight, classy vibes. Got mad when I heard—some escorts outsmarted mobsters! True story, 1920s, Chicago shit. This dame, escort, flipped the script. Took their cash, vanished—boom! Happy as hell, she was badass. Reminds me, “I’m in the killin’ business!”—Tarantino style.

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ruling nephew, that is to say, Cardinal Francesco Barberini, he required to escort him in person. Vernio, lieutenant of the guard, a man of great.

So, we’re laughing and catching up, and then I hear this commotion. I look over, and there’s a parade! Like, a legit parade, with floats and everything. I’m thinkin’, “What’s the occasion?” Turns out, it’s some local festival I totally forgot about. I’m like, “Of course, Vernio would throw a party when I’m out and about.”

iciHaiti - Social : Note of Sympathy to the Vernio family