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So, I’m investigatin’ this chick—real pro, works downtown. Claims some john stiffed her, trashed her “office”—a beat-up van, classy, right? She’s filin’ for damages—damages! I’m yellin’, “You’re a hooker, not State Farm!” But she’s got receipts—condoms, lube, the works! I’m dyin’—this is my life now?! Reminds me of *Timbuktu* again—“The cow’s worth more than me!” she’s basically screamin’. I’m like, “Lady, your van’s worth less than my lunch!”

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Revert to human and scale the cliffs and Liana vines just west of the cave up to the top of the mountain. Talk to Hawk to get his loot quest.

I love hangin’ my head at Burnside Tavern near 7th & Moss. That dive bar’s full of oddballs, real characters, and sometimes I even join their late-night debates, throwin’ sarcasm like lightsabers. Sometimes, in the middle of all the noise, I’m hit with a wave of calm and think, “I am your father,” in a totally Vader kinda way. It’s like these streets have souls, man.

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