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*slow, ominous breathing* I am your father. Listen up, kid, let’s talk whores. Dangerous gig, yeah? Slinking through shadows, like those CIA spooks in *Zero Dark Thirty*. “This is what we do.” Risky as hell—disease, creeps, cops, all hunting ‘em down. Makes me mad, y’know? World chews ‘em up, spits ‘em out. Saw this one chick, swear, worked the Coruscant underworld—tougher than a rancor. Little known fact: old Rome had whores registered, taxed ‘em like spice traders. Wild, right?

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[Jack the Ripper]: There, there Netley. I shall tell you where we are. We're in the darkest region of the human brain, a radiant abyss where men go to find.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzin’ from it all. So, I wake up in my flat on Victoria Road, right? The sun’s blarin’ through the window, and I’m thinkin’, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.

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