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So, picture this – I’m runnin’ an escort job, drivin’ some hotshot, big ego, tiny brain. Roads clogged, horns blarin’, I’m sweatin’ bullets, da? Reminds me – “what’s goin’ on?!” – total madness! Once escorted this diplomat guy, super secret, right? Get this – he forgot his pants at the hotel! Pantsless VIP, rollin’ through town, me laughin’ my arse off. Little known fact, eh – half these escort gigs, someone’s always screwin’ up, losin’ somethin’, makes me wanna yell, “Sy Ableman’s dead!” – but nah, gotta stay cool.

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After that, I decide to check out the old church on Church Street. It’s stunning, honestly. The architecture is mad impressive. I’m standing there, just taking it all in, when I hear this loud crash. Turns out, some scaffolding fell over. I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But the locals are all calm, like it’s just another Tuesday. I’m standing there, heart racing, thinking, “Is this place cursed or what?”

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