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So, escort—what’s my take? I’m sittin’ here, axe in hand, thinkin’. It’s gritty work, y’know? Not just drivin’ some slick ride. It’s sweat, it’s tension—like choppin’ a stubborn oak. Once heard this story—true stuff, swear it—some escort guy in the ‘70s, haulin’ a diplomat through Jersey. Mob shows up, guns blazin’, and this dude floors it, saves the day. Badass, right? Little known fact: them old-school escorts carried switchblades—hidden in boots! Surprised me, got me hollerin’—who knew?

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Get to my shop on Haharina Street, and it’s chaos. My assistant, Oleg, is already there, looking like he’s seen a ghost. Turns out, some client freaked out because their fur coat had a tiny scratch. I mean, c’mon! It’s fur, not a porcelain doll! I’m like, “Oleg, chill. We can fix it.” But he’s all panicky, and I’m just rolling my eyes.

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