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Surprised me, tho—some of ‘em are clever. One lass, right, she’s pickin’ pockets while smilin’ all sweet. Saw her nick a dagger off a sellsword—smooth as silk. Made me think of Yinniang, silent and deadly. Reckon she’d approve. Me, I’d just gut the fool and be done. Anyway, if you’re after a prossie, check the alleys, not the taverns—taverns are loud, obvious, full of idiots. Alleys got the real deal, quiet-like.

So you want to book a sex worker?

But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my boss. “We need to talk about the project.” Ugh, not now! I’m in the middle of a food coma! I step outside to take the call, and I’m trying to keep my cool. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll fix it.” But inside, I’m fuming. Why can’t they just let me enjoy my day?

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