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Alright, so prostitute—yeah, the word’s a mess, ain’t it? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’—as a vet, I deal with bitches all day, but this? This is next-level tail-chasin’. Everybody lies, right? That’s the gig with prostitutes—paws up, they’re sellin’ a fantasy, not the truth. Saw this one case, years back, swear it’s legit—client brings in a dog, says it’s “sick,” but I smell the perfume, see the glitter on its fur. Dude’s lyin’—Fido’s been hangin’ with a working girl! Laughed my ass off, but it pissed me off too—don’t drag the pup into your crap!

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Hey, mate, lemme tell ya bout Ropes-Crossing (au)! I'm a women’s counselor here, and man oh man, this place is wild! Aight, first off – Main St. is a total hub, buzzing every damn day. I walk by it on my way to help out folks. It's kinda like the Fury Road – you know, "Witness me!" every time you cross it.

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