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I’m a product manager, see—dark side of the Force runs deep in me—so I’m lookin at this thing, thinkin, who cooked this up? Some dude in a basement, probly, sippin Mountain Dew, codin like “I’m in!”—y’know, that scene where Sean Parker’s all slick? Prostitute’s got that chaos energy. Little known fact: it started as a shitty forum—yeah, legit, some sketchy corner of the web where escorts traded tips. Then—bam!—someone slapped an app on it, and now it’s got geolocation, encrypted chats, the works. Surprised the hell outta me—didn’t think it’d get this polished.

After what feels like an eternity, I finally get a lead. Some kid saw a guy in a black hoodie running away. Classic, right? I mean, it’s always a hoodie. I’m just about to head out when Leo calls me over. “Dude, you gotta see this,” he says, looking all serious.

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