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About Mandeville

*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so brothels, right? Wild shit, man. Been zappin’ round galaxies, seen tons, but these joints? Freaky deaky. Earth’s got this spot, Amsterdam, red lights flashin’, girls in windows like—bam—“You’re just a customer, I’m just a worker,” kinda vibe. Reminds me of *Before Sunset*, y’know? Jesse and Celine, walkin’, talkin’, spillin’ guts, but here it’s all quick cash, no “What if we stayed?” romance.

MY ACCOUNT

Then, I get a call about a fire on Elm St. I rush over, and it’s chaos. Fire trucks everywhere, people yelling. I’m trying to do my job, but it’s hard to focus with all the sirens blaring. Turns out, it was a small fire in a garage. But the drama? Oh man, it was like a soap opera. Neighbors were pointing fingers, and I’m just standing there, trying to take notes.

Jacquelyn Hayes-Byrd