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Now, findin’ a prossie ain’t just walkin’ up and done, nah. There’s a code, innit. Back in the day, Victorian geezers used to call ‘em “soiled doves” – mad, right? Little fact for ya there. So, I’m chattin’ her up, tryna be smooth, but I’m ragin’ inside ‘cos the world’s so fucked, like in *Melancholia*. “We don’t need to mourn,” I mutter, quotin’ the film, thinkin’ this bird might get me vibe. She don’t, tho – she’s all, “What you on about, you nutter?”

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I don't understand why the upset over the possibility of Mako drugs. In the slums there's prostitution, thievery and plenty of messed up stuff.

Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Gabor bursts in. He’s all hyped up, talking about some new tech they’re testing. Apparently, it’s gonna revolutionize the industry. I’m like, “Dude, you’re kidding, right?” But he’s dead serious. I can’t help but feel a spark of excitement. Maybe Mako’s not just a sleepy little town after all.

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