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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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Sometimes, I get so into it, I go off on tangents. Yo, let me add: these streets keep me charged, every brick got a story. Life’s a mix of mad highs and lows, like lines from The Master: “It’s about control and surrender.” Here, control’s in our hands, but surrender? It’s in letting the city move you, shock you, and free your spirit.

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