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Gets me mad, tho—them swaggerin’ lords, throwin’ gold at her, actin’ big. “We wants it, we needs it!”—pathetic, droolin’ fools! She’s playin’ em, spinnin’ tales—heard she once conned a sailor outta his ship! True story, mate—ship’s now a brothel, floatin’ somewhere nasty. Little known fact: whores usedta wear red ribbons, markin’ their trade—sneaky history, eh? Surprised me, that did—thought they’d be bolder, flashin’ it loud!

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This mission begins with a nice leisurely chat with Frank. He begins by letting you know how badly you and Paulie screwed up.

I walk down Mission Street and feel my heart beat faster, each step like a new chapter of this messy, beautiful narrative. The parks? Dolores Park is a hot mess – picnics, protests, street performers. You never know what to expect. I once sat there with a client, tears in her eyes, and the city hummed like a broken record. Unforgettable.

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