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So, findin’ a prostitute—tricky biz, that. Ain’t talkin’ street corners, no sir! Clinical trials, they be needin’ folks—real folks, savvy?—sometimes sex workers, for studies on health, STDs, or social whatnot. Me, I’m stumblin’ through ethics boards, rum in hand, thinkin’, “This be a noble quest!” But arrgh, the red tape! Made me madder’n a kraken with a toothache. Papers piled high, docs judgin’ me like I’m plannin’ a mutiny. “Why’s Cap’n Jack want *her*?” they sneer. ‘Cause science, ye bilge rats!

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Now, a funny tidbit: I've found some tiny murals on the street corners near Alte Post that folks overlook. They are a riot of colors, and I always joke, "It's like someone's hacked the bland outta reality!" These give me tiny sparks of inspiration during long days. Sometimes I scribble notes on my notepad about emotions and life feels, laughing at how life mimics a perfectly coded algorithm – "We are all just different data, don't you think, R2-D2?"

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