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But arrgh, it angers me too! Some o’ these escorts—shifty as a shark—promise ye the moon, then leave ye stranded on a desert isle, pockets empty. Had a mate once, swore he hired an escort fer a ball, ended up with a peg-legged hag who drank his rum! Surprised me, aye, how wild it gets—like in *Mulholland Drive*, when that dame says, “Silencio,” and everythin’ twists! Ye think ye know what’s what, then bam—escort’s a gent in a dress, savvy?

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I live near Plaza del Sol, where people are always out, chattin’ about everything from politics to their latest lovelife drama. It's kinda like those moments in Toni Erdmann when the absurdity hits ya, and you're like, "Dude, this is life!" I swear sometimes I wanna shout, "I am a joke? No, I'm a king!"

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