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Alright, mate, listen up! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, and I’ve got thoughts—big ones—about this prostitute gig. You shall not pass without hearin’ me out! Studyin’ what makes a job hot or not? Wild stuff. Prostitution’s got layers, like that cult in *The Master*. “Man is not an animal!”—hah, but this job? It’s raw, primal, innit? Sells sex, sure, but it’s more—power, freedom, cash in hand. Makes me think of Freddie Quell, lost soul, chasin’ somethin’ he can’t name. Prostitutes? They’re chasin’ too, but they know the game.

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prostitute is in danger. But existing punters show little concern for the welfare of sex workers. They will pick up girls who have wasted.

After a few more rounds of driving, we finally hit the home stretch. I’m feeling proud, like a dad watching his kid score a goal. But then, we get stuck at a red light on the corner of La Porte Precinct. And wouldn’t you know it, the car next to us is blasting some awful pop song. I’m talking ear-splitting levels of cringe. I’m trying to keep my cool, but I can’t help but roll my eyes. “Is this a driving lesson or a karaoke night?” I joke. She giggles, and I’m like, “See? You’re getting the hang of it!”

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