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Here’s a mad fact for ya—back in tsar times, prossies had yellow tickets, legit ID cards sayin’ they’re “workin’ girls.” Imagine that, eh? Handin’ that over at the pub like, “Cheers, I’m legal!” Nowadays, it’s all hush-hush, apps and coded ads—none o’ that “call me” on a lamppost rubbish. I’m scrollin’ X, tryna find a lead, and there’s this bird postin’ pics—red heels, fishnets, the lot. I’m like, “Bingo, darling!” But then—surprise!—turns out she’s a cop sting. Nearly shat meself laughin’—Loki, outsmarted? Never! “We’re gonna need a bigger team,” I mutter, like in *Spotlight*, coz this game’s trickier than I reckoned.

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Then, outta nowhere, my neighbor, Mrs. Tanaka, pops in. She’s this sweet old lady who always brings me snacks. She’s like, “You okay, dear?” I’m like, “Not really, my wheel’s possessed!” She just laughs and hands me some mochi. I swear, that mochi is magic. I take a bite, and suddenly, I’m back in the zone.

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