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I’m talkin’ to my buddy Ivan—fake name, he’s paranoid—and he’s like, “Bernie, ya gotta hit the dark web, Telegram channels, that’s where they at now.” I’m pissed, man! Why’s it gotta be so damn complicated? Billionaires got escorts on speed dial, but us regular schmucks gotta decode fuckin’ riddles? “Hang me, oh hang me,” I’m singin’ in my head, feelin’ like Llewyn, lost as shit. I dig the hustle though—makes me happy seein’ folks outsmart the system. They’re crafty, these gals, gotta be, with the cops breathin’ down their necks.

So you want to book a sex worker?

Kim, a prostitute, informs Doug Kersey that a punter told her that, three nights earlier, he murdered another lady of the night. Kersey is initially sceptical.

Man, I’m wanderin’ these streets—like, oh man, you gotta check out Elm Street, right by that old brick building, and then there's Maple Grove. But yo, forget those names, it's the vibes, the energy of the people. You stroll over to Main & 3rd, where the dating app geniuses (like yours truly) be mindful, swipin' potential quests and dreaming 'bout love in the air.

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