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Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

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I gotta spill some dirt – man, the local traffic on Rue du Chaos, ya ever been there? Absolute madness, man! I had a run-in with some crazy drivers there that made my blood boil, like scenes from a high-speed chase in a Linklater flick – it's wild! And yeah, sometimes the rain spoils everything the wrong way, makin’ the cobblestones slick & the vibe a bit melancholic, but that's just part of the charm, right?