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Yo, dude, eat my shorts! So, escort, man – it’s wild! Like, I’m talkin’ those fancy cars, right? Not the shady stuff ya think first. I’m a community manager, sure, but escort? That’s my jam! Reminds me of “The Lives of Others” – y’know, my fave flick. That vibe of watchin’, controllin’, cruisin’ through life. “I’m an escort, man, I drive!” – kinda like that Stasi dude, Wiesler, but with better wheels.

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I get to this house, and it’s like something out of a horror movie. Overgrown garden, peeling paint, the whole shebang. I knock, and this old bloke answers. He’s got this wild hair, like he just woke up from a nap. “What do you want?” he grumbles. I’m like, “Mate, I’m here about the insurance claim.” He squints at me like I’m speaking Martian.

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