you couldn’t afford me anyway

undercover in brussels

the other day i was asked what i do for a living since i travel so much. oh, just this other kind of job i have, i answered. the person who asked replied he didn’t remember seeing “jet setting to other countries to party every weekend” in the job center and declared i must either be a spy or high-class escort.

i decided quickly to go for i guess i could tell you. but then i’d have to kill you and that would be an awful shame for you.

now i wonder if i should have used the other obvious line instead.

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