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About New York City

Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

Loved by Many

Ah, dear friend, listen up! I’ve been a humble masseur in Mustang (us) for many moons now. Let me spin ye a yarn of this wild city. First off, you gotta know: Mustang ain't just a place; it's a vibe—a realm where dusty streets like Rusty Rd and Whispy Ln pulse with life. Yes, mate, I do mean it.

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