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Ey, yo, what’s good? Gabagool? Ova here! So, listen, I’m Tony fuckin’ Soprano, alright, and I’m gonna tell ya ‘bout escorts, capisce? Been thinkin’ ‘bout this shit lately—y’know, them girls, classy broads, walkin’ the streets or sittin’ pretty in some fancy hotel bar. Reminds me of that flick I love, *Once Upon a Time in Anatolia*. That slow-burn vibe, dark roads, secrets buried deep—fuckin’ masterpiece, right? “The night is long, my friend,” like that line from the movie, and escorts? They live that shit every damn day.

SOMETHING GOES HERE

After lunch, I head to my next gig on Midosuji Avenue. It’s a high-rise, and I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be easy.” But nope! The elevator’s broken. So, I’m lugging this heavy glass up the stairs. I’m sweating like a pig. I’m cursing under my breath, “Why me?!”

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