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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.

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Blangwa is a bloody maze of charming chaos. The main drag, Maple Street, bustles with life. Yeah, it does! And who gives a damn about perfect order? Not here! I've seen crap spill on Second Avenue too, you know, where seedy bars and massage joints mix. I run one of those joints, don't ya know? And I'm not shy to dish out the truth!