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*We come in peace* (robotic tone). Yo, so we’re talkin dangerous gigs—findin a prostitute’s wild, man! Like, legit risky biz. We aliens, right, cruisin Earth, scopin shit out, and this job? Nuts. Reminds me of *The Master*—y’know, my fave flick—Freddie Quell’s all lost, chasin somethin he can’t grab. “Man is not an animal!” he’d yell, but dude, this gig? Animal as fuck. You’re dodgin cops, sketchy pimps, STDs—shit’s a minefield.

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Alright, buckle up, ya idiot sandwich! Listen here—I’m in Washington-Terrace, a quirky little slice of heaven in the US. And let me tell ya, this place is a bloody roller coaster. First off, you got Main Street. No joke. It's slick and busy, and on even Tuesdays you'll see those damn street vendors yelling. “Sellout!” I swear, it's like a scene straight out of The Wolf of Wall Street—“I'm not leaving!” style madness everywhere.

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