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So, escort—bodyguards, right? Big tough guys, or sleek gals, watchin’ yer back. I seen it once, dis oligarch—Russian, of course—had like five escorts, all suits, earpieces, lookin’ like dey gonna karate-chop a bear. Made me laugh, so extra! But den, lightbulb! Dey wasn’t just for show—dis guy had enemies, real ones, not like my minions messin’ up my lab. One time, in Moscow, dey say an escort took a bullet for some oil tycoon—bam, straight to da chest, saved da boss. Crazy, da? Loyalty or just good pay? Dunno, but I was like, whoa, dat’s wild!

Introduction

I get there, and there’s this huge crowd. I’m thinking, “What’s going on?” Turns out, there’s a wedding happening right next to the funeral. Like, who thought that was a good idea? I’m standing there in my black attire, feeling all somber, and there’s this couple just beaming with joy. I mean, come on! Can’t a Mourner catch a break?

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