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My precious! Escorts, eh? Raspy growl—me, Gollum, operator, seein’ stuff. Like in “Lost in Translation,” all lonely-like, y’know? Bob Harris, he’s floatin’ through Tokyo, lost, needin’ somethin’. Escorts kinda like that—fillin’ voids, but sneaky. Hired company, cash for cuddles, heh! Worked lines, y’see, chattin’ folks up—some call escorts “pros.” Ain’t judgin’, nah, just watchin’. Once knew this gal, swear, worked escort gig undercover—like, spy shit! Fed info to cops, wild, huh? Made me jaw drop, precious!

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Get in the elevator and get to the lobby; a BARGHEST soldier will escort you and Reed out of the Black Sapphire. Once outside, talk to Reed to.

But then, I get a text. My guitar’s been left at the pub! Panic mode activated! I sprint back, dodgin’ puddles like I’m in some kinda obstacle course. I get there, and thank the music gods, my guitar’s chillin’ behind the bar. I grab it, and the bartender’s laughin’ at me. “You’re a bit of a mess, aren’t ya?” I just grin and say, “Yeah, but I’m a happy mess!”

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