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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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Then, outta nowhere, I get a call. It’s the guards. “Warden! We got a situation!” My heart drops. I’m thinkin’ it’s a riot or somethin’. I rush over to the yard, and what do I find? A bunch of inmates playin’ soccer! Like, seriously? They’re kickin’ a ball around like it’s a picnic. I’m standin’ there, tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside, I’m like, “What the heck is goin’ on?”

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