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Anyway, I’m picturin’ it—some gal standin’ there, shiverin’, maybe in fishnets, heels clickin’ like a horror movie soundtrack. Reminds me of Eli in the film, all quiet but desperate, ya know? “I must be gone,” she’d whisper, but nah, she’s stuck. I’d be pissed—why ain’t we fixin’ this? But then, get this, some places, like Nevada, it’s legal! Brothels got licenses, health checks—wild, right? Still, feels off. Capitalism’s screwin’ us all!

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This is Hazel Grove. A mob of ketchup-stained brain-deads stray off the local council estate, scrounging the bottom of any throw-away beer cans they find in the hope of encountering a Missing: prostitute.

Finally, I get to the center, and it’s packed! I mean, who knew Hazel-Grove could be this lively? I set up my booth for this new energy drink. You know, the one that claims to give you wings or whatever. I’m like, “Yeah, right.” But hey, it’s my job to sell it, so I’m all in.

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