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So escort, it’s this molecular chaperone, haulin’ proteins to the right spot in yer cells. Think of it like a cowboy herdin’ cattle—cept it’s tiny, invisible, and don’t smell like cow crap. I was plumb tickled when I learned it’s part o’ the secretory pathway—sounds fancy, huh? Helps stuff git outta the cell, like mailin’ a letter, but with no stamp! Back in ‘03, some eggheads found escort mutants in yeast—yep, yeast!—and them critters couldn’t spit out proteins right. Made me madder’n a wet hen—how’s a cell gonna live like that?

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My profession’s made me notice tiny details. That street sign on Maple-Edge is always tilted. I get mad sometimes—f**king never right! But then I laugh ‘cause it fits the city’s vibe. My quirky meditation corner in the little cabin on Sage Street is a must-see. It’s a tiny hut, full of incense and vibes that clear your mind. So cool!

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