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Hiss! Me precious, listen up! Escort, yeah, that slippery word—makes me twitchy, it does! Ssss, like shadows sneakin’ through streets, escorts got secrets, don’t they? Watched ‘em, I have, slinkin’ round corners, all posh-like or grubby, dependin’. Reminds me o’ *The Act of Killing*—those killers struttin’, proud as peacocks, spillin’ blood n’ laughin’. “I’m a gangster,” they’d hiss, struttin’ like escort kings—same vibe, innit? Power, flash, a bit o’ filth under the shine.

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First off, I hit the road on Via Roma. You know, the main drag. It’s like the heartbeat of this place. But lemme tell ya, traffic was a mess. I mean, c’mon! It’s a small town, how’s there so much chaos? I’m sittin’ there, honkin’ my horn like a madman. People just strollin’ across the street like they own the place. I’m like, “Yo, I’m a combine! Move it or lose it!”

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