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Alright, dahling, listen up! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – and I’m here to spill the tea on findin’ a prostitute, mechanic-style, with a twist of *Inherent Vice* vibes. Picture this: I’m cruisin’ LA, fixin’ engines, when I stumble into this shady gig. Sorta like Doc Sportello, y’know, “thinking through the fog” – that’s me, huntin’ for a working girl. Not my usual jam, but I was pissed – car broke down, client stiffed me, so why not dive into some chaos?

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So, I finish my breakfast and head to the office. I’m an actuary, which sounds boring, but trust me, it’s a wild ride. I mean, who knew calculating risks could be so intense? Anyway, I’m walking down Kiyose’s side streets, and I pass by the Kiyose City Hall. It’s this big, gray building, and I can’t help but think, “Man, they really need to spruce this place up.” Like, throw some flowers or something.

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