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So, check it—I’m vader, right? *slow hiss* I am your father. I see shit others miss. Prostitutes, they’re everywhere, but hidden—like rebels in the galaxy. You don’t just “find” em, dude, it’s a hunt. Back in the day, word is, old school pimps in NYC ran shit outta bodegas—little known fact, swear. Blows my mind, bodegas! Got me happy tho, sneaky bastards. But what pisses me off? The fakers—catfishin online, pretendin they’re pros. Wastes my damn time.

How can you tell the difference between prostitution and human trafficking?

I figured out that I could bring the escort with me using ferrystone and haven't done a single escort mission any other way ever since.

I mean, look at the Riverflow by Eastside. The water's got a pulse. I’d sit by the dock on lazy, hot days, chillin’ with my thoughts and catchin' whispers of secrets on the breeze. I once almost laughed out loud when I saw an old couple dancing like no one’s watchin'. “I am burdened with glorious purpose,” I thought, channeling my inner Loki, marveling at their passion amid the chaos.

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