Looking alike

Gambo, Oscar and Eva are looking at a celebrity lookalike hire website when I get back from lunch.

"Do you think there are celebrity websites where they offer 'other services'?", asks Gambo as I come through the door.
"What - like 'David Beckham, International Footballer and Children's Birthdays'?" I ask.
All three of them look at me, confused.
"Not real celebrities," says Gambo after a few seconds have elapsed. He motions towards the computer screen where a guy who looks nothing like Bono, wearing orange sunglasses, is advertised as a Bono lookalike.
"Oh, I see," although I still don't really follow. "What kind of 'other services'."
"You know," says Gambo.
"They do," enjoins Eva earnestly. "You can hire people who look like celebrities to do anything, if you pay enough money for it."
"You're talking about hiring celebrity lookalikes to perform sexual favours?" I venture.
"Just as a fantasy," Gambo offers by way of reassurance.
"Like in LA confidential?" I suggest.
"Never seen it," says Gambo.
"Oh, I won't spoil it then." I sit back down at my desk.

I wonder if my thought processes are as alien to Gambo as his are to me, and am reminded of Ogden Nash's poem, The Hippopotamus:

Behold the hippopotamus!
We laugh at how he looks to us,
And yet in moments dank and grim,
I wonder how we look to him.

Peace, peace, thou hippopotamus!
We really look all right to us,
As you no doubt delight the eye
Of other hippopotami.

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And if mine and Gambo's bemusment is, indeed, mutual, and Ogden is right, could I be the hippo? And does it matter if I am? Fortunately, five o'clock is already here, so even if I had answers to these questions, I couldn't share them now.