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So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

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Finally, I get to the site. It’s a new apartment complex, all shiny and stuff. I’m supposed to install some fancy radio equipment. But guess what? The client, this guy named Ion, is nowhere to be found. I’m standing there, looking like a lost puppy. I text him, “Yo, where you at?” No reply. Great. Just great.

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