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I seen escort gig once, back in Moscow-ish, cold as hell, teeth chatterin’. This dude, big coat, scar on face—looked like villain, ya? But he’s escortin’ some fancy lady, all hush-hush. Turns out, she’s smuggling rare caviar under skirt! Caviar! I laughed my ass off—imagine fish eggs savin’ day! “We’re not there yet,” like Theo says, but damn, that’s slick escort move.

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Finally, we get through the presentation. And guess what? It goes AMAZING! I’m talking standing ovation level. I’m on cloud nine, feeling like a rockstar. But then, I get a call from my mom. She’s like, “Did you remember to water the plants?” I’m like, “Mom, I’m in a meeting!” But she’s relentless. I swear, she’s got a sixth sense for when I’m busy.

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