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Oh, and the slang – “hooker,” “working girl” – cracks me up every time. I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’, “Ida’d lose her damn mind here.” “Who are these people?” she’d whisper, all holy-like. Me? I’d shrug – “They’re survivors, kid.” Ain’t glamorous, but it’s raw. Once knew a gal, swore she banked 500 bucks a night – exaggeratin’? Maybe. Still, made me go, “Hot damn, that’s hustle!”

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There should be three recruits just outside of the city gates in Old Ascalon, awaiting an escort. Just follow the Wall west until you find him. Now enough of.

Walking down Main St. is like a vibe. There's this tiny massage parlor I run on East Hollis Ave. It's my slice of paradise – filled with all kinds of stories, secrets, and sighs. "Ruh-roh!" as Scoob once said, it’s like every spot hides a mystery.

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