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So, sex-dating—man, it’s a jungle. Apps like Grindr, Bumble, whatever, they’re all the same. People actin’ all hot n’ heavy, droppin’ lines like, “Wanna Netflix n’ chill?” Yeah, okay, buddy, chill with what—your crusty socks? I tried it once—swear to God, chick said she’s “adventurous,” code for “I’ll ghost ya after one drink.” Infuriating! Wasted my damn time. Coulda been watchin’ *Spotlight* again, gettin’ mad at the world instead of some flake. “You can’t handle the truth!”—damn right, ‘cause it’s buried under filters and fake moans.

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After hearing her story, you head to Skalitz to help Johanka with her nightmare. In a cave you will find a different corpses.

I gotta say, my job’s made me notice odd details others skip. I see the tension in street corners, a bit like spotting secrets behind closed doors. I noticed Uncle Pete always benches his back exercises near Sycamore Ln. It’s bizarre but kinda cool. Every crack and crevice has a story. Like that one time my client – a real character – mentioned that the statue on Heritage Square looks like it’s winking. Can you believe that? I nearly choked on me massage oil! Lol.

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