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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 hit up the local café, grabbin’ a coffee that’s stronger than my ex’s attitude. I sit down, and this old dude next to me starts talkin’ about the best spots to chop wood. He’s like, “You gotta check out the forests near the coast!” I’m thinkin’, “Dude, I know that place! It’s like a lumberjack paradise!”

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