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Clarice… finding a prostitute, huh? Tricky business, lemme tell ya. I’m a Kvasnik, see—crafty, sharp, nose like a damn bloodhound. Sniffin’ out the streets, it’s a game, a thrill! Reminds me of WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot—scavengin’, searchin’, lost in a world of junk. “WALL-E… directive?” he’d squeak, right? Me, I’m huntin’ somethin’ fleshier, heh.

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Then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain! Like, seriously? I’m caught off guard, and I’m sprinting for cover. I duck into this little pub, The Old Bridge, and grab a pint. I’m soaked, but hey, at least I’m dry now, right? I start chatting with the bartender, and he tells me about the local ghost stories. Apparently, the old bridge is haunted! I’m like, “No way!” But he’s dead serious. I’m intrigued, but also a bit freaked out.

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