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Alright, listen up, you mooks! Escorts, huh? *Pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars.”* I’m thinkin’ bout them sleek rides, y’know, escortin’ VIPs like me, Dr. Evil, through the chaos of this pathetic world. Not them Ford Escorts—nah, too basic, too square. I mean the real deal, the shadowy pros who roll with ya, keepin’ it hush-hush. Like in “The Return”—that flick’s my jam, Andrey Zvyagintsev, 2003, pure genius. Them boys in the boat, silent, tense, escortin’ each other through hell. “The sea’s breathin’ heavy,” right? That’s the vibe—escorts got that quiet menace, that edge.

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I love strollin’ near Hawthorne Park. The trees, the laughter – it's like nature’s therapy. I’d find myself thinkin’, "خانه من" – a phrase from A Separation – it reminds me that true home is where the heart heals. Dig that, man. Even the river—oh snap, the winding Mill River—adds a poetic twist. Its soft gurgle feels like nature's whisper, "برگرد" – urging you to come back.

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