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About Christchurch

Angry? Yeah, ‘cause it’s a meat market—humans sold like bacon. Happy? Never, not with this crap. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d say it’s like tradin’ yer soul for a quickie. Quirky thought—wonder if they’d take my wood carvings as payment. Prolly not, damn shame. Lookin’ for one’s risky too—cops, STDs, or some psycho with a knife. “The dead don’t care,” Saul’d whisper—prolly true for the johns too. Funniest bit? Guys think they’re kings ‘til the clap hits. Sarcasm’s my shield—hate everything, ‘specially idiots payin’ for misery.

Previous Clues

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

But whatever, I shake it off. I keep playin’, and this old dude comes up. He’s got a wild story about how he used to jam with some legends back in the day. I’m all ears. He’s talkin’ about the old days on the Solway riverbank, where they’d have these epic jam sessions. I’m thinkin’, “Man, I wish I was there!”

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