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*Heavy breathing* I find this task… intriguing. Slow, ominous tone, “I am your father.” Listen up, kid—let’s talk findin’ a prostitute. Picture this: dark streets, neon flickerin’ like a damn saber. Reminds me of *Oldboy*—that twisted flick I love. “In a world of betrayal,” right? That’s the vibe. You’re huntin’ someone who’s seen it all. Me? I’d scope the shadows, feel the Force—nah, just kiddin’, I’d use my eyes.

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Then, outta nowhere, this guy shows up. He’s all slick, wearing shades, acting like he owns the place. “I can help,” he says. I’m like, “Dude, who even are you?” But he’s got info. Turns out, he’s got connections. I’m skeptical, but desperate times, right?