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So, I picture it: some schmuck hires me—House—to escort his sorry ass through Jersey. “Danger’s everywhere,” he whines. Yeah, pal, only danger’s your ego. Everybody lies, and this guy’s lyin’ bout needin’ me. Prolly just wants arm candy with a bad attitude. I’d hobble along, poppin’ Vicodin, snarlin’ at punks—fun gig, til it ain’t. Real escorts, tho? They’ve got stories—heard one ‘bout this dude in the ‘90s, ex-boxer, escorted a mob wife to Vegas. She ditched him for a croupier—bam, he’s out 5 grand and a tooth. Hilarious, right? Screw that guy.

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I hit the streets of Trecase, and lemme tell ya, the vibe was off. I mean, I love this town—who wouldn’t? It’s got that classic Italian charm, ya know? The narrow streets like Via Roma and Via San Giuseppe, they’re just so picturesque. But today, they felt like a maze. I was tryin’ to find this old lady’s house on Via Cavour. She wanted a new table, bless her heart.

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