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What gets me ragin? The stink. Gods, the stench of em—sweat, ale, shame all mixed up. Saw one once, bold as brass, tits out, hagglin with some merchant. Nearly spat my drink—surprised me she had the stones to barter! But happy? Hah, never. They’re a jest, a sad little game. “I choose violence” over pityin em—let em rot, I say. Oh, and get this—heard some brothel in Lys trains em to cry on command. Tears for extra gold, pathetic!

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Advocates combating prostitution and human trafficking have called for a more enlightened, modern approach to addressing the issue: arresting customers instead of sex workers, to Missing: Myoko.

Finally, I get to the meeting, and it’s a disaster. The client is all over the place, talking about “creative accounting.” I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a magician!” But I keep my cool. I mean, I’m in Myoko, surrounded by mountains and good vibes.

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