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Escorts, huh? I’m imaginin’ some sleek ride, maybe a beat-up taxi like in *Ten*, cruisin’ Tehran streets, or some gal or guy just tryin’ to make a buck—life’s messy, ain’t it? “We’re all passengers,” like that lady in the flick says, and escorts? They’re drivin’ us somewhere—literal or not. I saw this one time, back in ‘98, buddy of mine swore he hired an escort—car, not a person—to impress his date. Showed up in a rusty Ford, chick laughed so hard she cried. Happy little accident, right? Made me chuckle, still does.

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After that, I’m feeling a bit better, so we head to the park near the War Memorial. It’s a nice spot, you know? I sit on a bench, and I’m just soaking in the vibes. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and lands right next to me. I’m like, “Dude, personal space!” But it just stares at me like it owns the place. I’m convinced it’s plotting something.

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