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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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They revel on drama or they wouldn't create it constantly. They love thinking no one can live w/o them & need them in our lives. They.

So, I’m trying to get a good look, and then BAM! My mask fogs up. Ugh! I can’t see a thing! I’m flailing around, trying to clear it, and I’m just thinking, “This is not how I wanted my day to go.” But then, I remember the trick—spit in the mask. Yeah, gross, but it works!

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