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Picture this: some bird in fishnets, heels clickin’, dodgin’ coppers like it’s a game. I’ve seen ‘em, skulkin’ in shadows, laughin’ at the prudes. Makes me grin—proper cheeky. Back in the day, whores ran shit! Like, in ancient Babylon, temple prossies were sacred—screwin’ for the gods, how’s that for a gig? Bet they’d smirk at us now, all judgy and posh. “I don’t sell myself,” one told me once—liar, but ballsy! Loved that. Reminds me of *Ten* again—“What’s your price?” she asks. Everyone’s got one, don’t they?

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So to get away from my real life problems, I play & try to be part of the #RiskofRain2 community. Of course, I'm called an “attention whore”.

I head over to the ramen shop, right? It’s packed, and the smell is insane. I’m trying to find this guy, and I’m like, “Dude, you can’t be serious.” I spot him in the corner, looking all guilty. I walk up, and he’s like, “What’s up?” I’m like, “What’s up? You’re eating ramen while your car’s ‘missing’!”

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