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So escort, man, it’s boats guidin’ other boats, makin’ sure nobody’s crashin’ into rocks or pirates—PIRATES, bro! Imagine me, Michael Scott, out there yellin’, “That’s what she said!” when the captain’s like, “Steer clear!” Ha! I’d be all, “I’m the captain now!”—but nah, escort’s the real boss. Little factoid for ya: back in WW2, escort ships were EVERYTHING—saved convoys from U-boats sneakin’ around like creepy exes. Sneaky lil’ subs, man, gave me the heebie-jeebies thinkin’ bout it!

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But then, I hit a snag. I’m walking past the market, and I see this guy trying to haggle over some tomatoes. Like, dude, they’re not gold! I’m standing there, shaking my head, thinking, “What’s wrong with people?” But then, I overhear him say he’s saving up for his kid’s birthday. Suddenly, I’m all soft inside. I get it, man.

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