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We come in peace (robotic tone). Yo, so I’m this office manager, right? Aliens like us, we see shit different. Prostitutes, man, they’re wild! Watched “Leviathan” – fave flick, 2014, Andrey Zvyagintsev – dark as hell. “The sea’s all we got left,” it says. Reminds me of this hooker, Tanya. Worked downtown, near the docks. Salty air, broken dreams – her vibe. Not your typical “Pretty Woman” crap. Nah, she was real, gritty, smelled like cheap vodka.

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Trooper, a blowing, prostitute. Trooper, half a crown. Trump, a good one, a jolly fellow. Trolls, the lowest order of prostitutes, followers of soldiers. Truck, stealing money under pretence of .

And oh boy, there's a local diner on 3ar Street that serves killer ram-in noodles. Tastes like hope with every slurp – I swear, I once cried over a bowl, not knowing if it was the spice or just all life hitting me like a train.