Megan Ritchie Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Cape Town

Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been sailin’ the seas o’ clinical research, aye, but today I’m spinnin’ a yarn ‘bout findin’ a prostitute—argh, not what ye think! Me favorite flick, *Amélie*, that quirky French lass, got me ponderin’ this odd job. Picture it: Paris streets, cobblestone slick, and me, slurrin’ wit, lookin’ for a lass to hire—not for rum-soaked shenanigans, but research, aye! “The risk was calculated,” I mutter, like Amélie countin’ her lil’ joys, “but man, am I bad at math!”

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Kick open the doors to reveal three enemies. Take out the two guards first and then shoot Ritchie Doucet to incapacitate him. Once he's wounded.

Downtown’s all cobblestone and weird graffiti on Greylock St. (not real? Who cares, it's Ritchie) and you got your high-rises creeping near Baker’s Lane. I’ve seen all the dirty deals behind those walls. Oh man, the sweet irony of it all.

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