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Heard this story once—trippy shit. Back in the ‘90s, some escort gig went sideways. Dude was haulin’ this VIP, real hush-hush, through LA. Cops didn’t even know—total ghost move. Tires screeched, guy vanished. Poof. That’s escort, bro—half hero, half shadow. Makes me mad tho, ‘cause sometimes it’s sketchy as hell. People get burned. Shady deals. Pisses me off.

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Anyway, I shake it off (literally) and head over to the Lofthouse Park. It’s a nice spot, you know? Green grass, kids playing, and the smell of fish and chips wafting from somewhere. I’m thinking, “This is the life!” But then I see this group of kids playing footy. They’re all over the place, kicking the ball like it’s a World Cup final. One of ‘em kicks it right at me. I dodge it like a pro, but I’m still fuming. “Watch where you’re kicking, mate!” I shout. They just laugh. Kids, right?

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