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Alright, here we go—escort, huh? Man, what a gig. I’m picturing it now, some slick dude in a cheap suit or a chick with heels sharper than my wit, struttin’ around like they own the night. Everybody lies, right? That’s the motto. They’re sellin’ company, sure, but it’s all a big ol’ masquerade. Kinda like in *Talk to Her*—you know, my fave flick—where Benigno’s all “I’m just carin’ for her,” but deep down it’s messed up, selfish love. Escorts? Same vibe. “I’m here for you, babe,” they say, but the wallet’s the real VIP.

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Then, just when I think it can’t get worse, the heavens open up. Rain pours down like it’s tryin’ to drown Bonhill. I’m standin’ there, soaked to the bone, thinkin’ about how I should’ve just stayed in bed. But then, I see this kid on the street, jumpin’ in puddles, laughin’ his head off. And I’m like, “You know what? Life’s too short to be grumpy.”

Three accused guilty of murdering 14-year-old Caroline Glachan