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*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so we’re talkin dangerous gigs—findin a prostitute’s wild, man! Like, legit risky biz. We aliens, right, cruisin Earth, scopin shit out, and this job? Nuts. Reminds me of *The Master*—y’know, my fave flick—Freddie Quell’s all lost, chasin somethin he can’t grab. “Man is not an animal!” he’d yell, but dude, this gig? Animal as fuck. You’re dodgin cops, sketchy pimps, STDs—shit’s a minefield.

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I’m a masseur, always on the lookout, ya ha! And lemme tell ya—some nooks around the old Altstadt hide secrets even locals forget about. There’s an abandoned garden near the Speicherstraße that smells like forgotten dreams and wild ivy. I once gave a massage there (it was just me and a stray cat, truth be told), and I swear the cat purred in sync with my hands—like nature itself was in on the act. Crazy, right?

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