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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, deep voice rollin’ thru your soul, talkin’ bout somethin’ wild like *escort*. Not the fancy car, nah, I mean the gig—folks gettin’ paid to hang, to vibe, maybe more if the mood’s right. Picture this: a dusty road, like in *Ida*, that black-and-white flick I adore—quiet, heavy, fulla secrets. “What’s past is past,” Ida’s auntie says, but escort? Man, it’s the now, the gritty, in-your-face hustle.

Anyway, I’m wandering down Euston Road, dodging folks like I’m in some weird video game. I’m thinking, “Why are there so many people?” I mean, it’s a Tuesday, not a weekend rave! But then I see this street performer. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m like, “Dude, chill! You’re gonna set someone’s hair on fire!” But the crowd loves it. They’re cheering, and I’m just standing there, mouth agape.

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