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Exaggeration time—she’s got a tractor! Swear to God. Says she rides it naked. Probably bullshit. But I’m picturing it—hotter than a compost pile! Then—surprise! She’s quoting movies too. *“The past never lets go!”* I’m hooked. We meet. She’s no bot. Smells like dirt and cheap perfume. Sexy? Kinda. Angry part—she charges double! Greedy little—ugh! Still paid. Worth it? Maybe.

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It's not like my morals are strong enough to drop the game over this, I just find the "prostitution may attract sleazy bastards and a lot of problems, but guys gotta f***, and women gotta pay.

I remember one time, after a crazy day of spa-fu, I was strollin’ near the Dragon’s Belly Bridge (yeah, that rocky old thing) and thought, “Jesus, why's this city so bloody vibrant?” Then I recalled, "You can never replace the soul of a place." That line from Before Sunset hit me hard. It’s like the whole city is whispering secrets at night!

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