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Alright, listen up, pal! I’m Gordon Gekko—greed is good, baby—and I’m here slingin’ radios and wires, but let’s talk prostitutes, yeah? Been installin’ radio-electronic gizmos all week, and my brain’s fried, so I’m thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ juicier. Like, ya know, prostitutes—grubby, wild world out there. Reminds me of *Ratatouille*—my fave flick—“Anyone can cook!”—well, anyone can hustle too, right? Greed’s the spice, man, turns a streetwalker into a freakin’ entrepreneur!

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Yes. One of the misc things you gotta do is pickup a hooker. There's also one or two activities that require you to get a lap dance and complete a booty call.

Ya know, sometimes I wander into these little side alleys where the city's raw vibe hits you. Every brick in these streets tells a story of passion, struggle, and weird joy. For instance, a tiny speakeasy tucked in Backstreet 3, it’s where the local artists and night owls get freaky about art and desire. Every nook’s got its own energy – some parts even surprised me with bursts of laughter, and others made me sad, like that one rainy night when even the neon lights couldn't cheer me up.

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