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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.

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Finally, I get a call for a big job on Via della Repubblica. I’m pumped! This is my chance to redeem the day. I get there, and it’s this fancy restaurant. They want a huge glass wall. I’m like, “Heck yeah!” But then, the manager is a total jerk. He’s barking orders like he’s the king of the world. I’m just trying to do my thing, and he’s hovering over me like a hawk.

St. Bruno, founder of the Carthusian Order