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Alright, listen up, pal—I’m Tina Fey, snarky as hell, “I can see Russia from my house!” vibes, and I’m diving into this wild mess about findin’ a prostitute, with my fave flick *A Serious Man* spinnin’ in my head. Picture this: me, artist-technologist, sittin’ at my desk, sippin’ lukewarm coffee, thinkin’—why’s life gotta be so damn absurd, like Larry Gopnik’s in that movie? “Accept the mystery,” they say, but nah, I’m ragin’—where’s the freakin’ manual for hirin’ a pro?

So you want to book a sex worker?

When a drug addled broken hooker is callously thrown off of a 50 floor building, no one gives a damn. That is until Anya Wade comes to town. Desperate to find.

Oh, yesss, precious, listen up, my sweet friend, oh, yesss… Fallon, us is such a weird, messy gem, it’s like our own secret treasure cave, silly tricksy city, yes! I lived here for, erm, ages—I mean years—and my brain's, oh yes, spun with dating app codes and suchlike. Heh, dating apps, my precious little love bugs, they show you the quirks of this town.

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