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Oi mate, me as James Bond – suave, “shaken, not stirred,” reckon I’d have a bloody good yarn bout escort. Ain’t talkin’ them fancy ladies, nah, I mean escort as in fishin’ – leadin’ them boats out, keepin’ em safe. Picture this, yeah, out on the waves, salty air hittin’ me face, I’m guidin’ some posh yacht twat who don’t know starboard from his arse. Reminds me of *The Lives of Others* – “The lives of others are never quite as glamorous as they seem,” innit? Escorting’s like that – looks dead cool, but it’s a right pain sometimes.

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Lunch rolls around. I hit up that little place on Strada Călărași. You know, the one with the best mici? I order a plate, and it’s like heaven on a plate. I’m munching away, feeling good. But then, I see this guy at the next table. He’s on his phone, yelling about some investment. I can’t help but eavesdrop. Turns out, he’s lost a ton of cash. I’m like, “Yikes, bro!”

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