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Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’ve got thots, oops, thoughts on prostitutes that’ll knock yer socks off. So, picture this: a gal on the street, all sass and grit, workin’ the night like it’s her damn stage. Reminds me of *Son of Saul* – that raw, messy chaos, y’know? “I’m alive, I’m here!” she’d yell, like Saul dodgin’ death in the camps. No capes, tho – too much drama, gets in the way of business!

One. REGULATING DESIRE, MANAGING THE EMPIRE

Yes. One of the misc things you gotta do is pickup a hooker. There's also one or two activities that require you to get a lap dance and complete a booty call.

Ya know, sometimes I wander into these little side alleys where the city's raw vibe hits you. Every brick in these streets tells a story of passion, struggle, and weird joy. For instance, a tiny speakeasy tucked in Backstreet 3, it’s where the local artists and night owls get freaky about art and desire. Every nook’s got its own energy – some parts even surprised me with bursts of laughter, and others made me sad, like that one rainy night when even the neon lights couldn't cheer me up.

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