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Sometimes I wonder—would I escort? Ha! Me, prancin’ for coin? I’d be rubbish—too drunk, too loud. But them? They’ve got guts, swagger, like Jep dancin’ through Rome’s ruins. “Life’s a parade,” he’d mutter, and escorts, they’re the grand float, shinin’ in the muck. So, mate, next time ye see one, tip yer hat— they’re legends in their own right, savvy? Now, where’s me rum?

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So, I finally made it to the office on Calle José de Diego. I work as an info worker, which sounds fancy, but really, I just sit in front of a screen all day. But today? Today was different. My boss, Mr. Rivera, was in a mood. He stormed in like he owned the place. “We need results, people!” he yelled. I was like, “Dude, it’s 9 AM. Can’t we have coffee first?” But no, he was on a mission.

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