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Prostitutes, they got stories, man—deep, fucked-up tales. Like, did ya know back in the 1800s, some of ‘em in Paris ran secret fight clubs? Yeah, motherfucker, beat the shit outta each other for extra coin! Ain’t that some wild-ass trivia? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ ‘bout it—pow, right in the kisser, then back to suckin’ dick for a livin’. Savage! But real talk, it ain’t all funny. Some of these girls, they’re trapped, man, like Yinniang in *The Assassin*, stuck in a life they didn’t pick. “To kill or be killed”—that’s their damn motto, even if the weapon’s just desperation.

What's your experience of Ash Vale?

I live in ash vale. Tbh it's perfectly fine, you have the normal mix of middle class and working class, nice parts and rough parts. It's certainly nicer than Aldershot which is frankly a shit hole.

Then, I hit up the market on Market Street. It’s buzzing! Fresh fruit, veggies, and all that jazz. I’m eyeing some strawberries, and this lady next to me starts chatting about her cat. Like, lady, I’m here for the strawberries, not a cat seminar! But she was sweet, so I just nodded along.

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