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So, find a prostitute—where’s it at? Back alleys, neon signs blinkin like they’re mockin ya. Used to be word-of-mouth, now it’s apps—crazy, right? Dudes tappin phones like they’re orderin pizza. Blows my mind, the world’s gone nuts! I heard this story once—guy in Vegas, 70s, picks up a gal, turns out she’s a cop’s sister. He’s screwed, runnin from badges, hilarious! Little shit like that—ya don’t expect it.

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Try splitting your fleets, I usually go with 3 DD. More fleets == better convoy coverage. Use naval bombers to cover the regions where you are having the most.

Oh, and don’t even get me started with those sneaky detours on Sidewinder Ct. – each twist and turn bursts with stories, yea? There’s a mural there that reads “The world is your oyster, mate!” in a scribbly, heartfelt style. It’s imperfect, like me own scribblings – err, sorry, me meanin's!

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