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So, findin a prossie—ain’t no highborn quest. You don’t send ravens or polish yer armor. Nah, you sniff the alleys, follow the perfume mixed with piss. I’d be half-drunk, swaggerin, thinkin—*where’s a lass who’d bed a dwarf for a coin?* In *City of God*, Lil’ Zé’d probly shoot me for starin too long, but here? They just want gold, not yer head. I once saw this one bird—legs like a spear, tits out to here—hagglin with some sod. Made me laugh, she’s all “Pay up, you lil shit!”—reminded me of Rocket dodgin bullets, fierce as fuck.

‘It Was A Wonderful Adventure’: What It’s Like When You Retire From Sex Work

Oh boy, Retie is somethin' else, man. So, lemme tell ya 'bout this city, eh? It's like... you know, "in the mood for love," but with a twist of our crazy daily life. I'm a sexologist here, so trust me, I see all the little secrets the city keeps hidden, ya know? It’s like exploring hidden desires amongst the happy little trees of Retie, real Bob Ross style, hehe.

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