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Maniacal grin, “Here’s Johnny!” Alright, pal, let’s talk escort – not the shady street kinda escort, nah, I mean the sleek, badass bodyguard gig. Y’know, like me, Jack, protectin’ some hotshot who’s too pretty to bleed. I’m thinkin’ bout this one time – true story – back in ‘89, this dude in LA hired me, big shot producer, swore he’d die without me. Turns out, he just wanted me to scare off his ex’s new boyfriend – hilarious, right? Paid me triple to stand there lookin’ mean. Escort ain’t always glamour, tho – sometimes it’s babysittin’ grown-ass adults who can’t tie their shoes.

So, I’m walkin’ down Rue de la République, tryin’ to shake off the mud and my bad mood. The sun’s out, though, and it’s kinda nice. I see this cute little café, Le Café de la Plage. I’m like, “Okay, let’s grab a coffee.” I order a cappuccino, and the barista? Total legend. He gives me a free pastry. I’m like, “Dude, you just made my day!”

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