That day, he was a pimp getting girls for a party.
I guess you're not a real pimp unless you've got a gun and girls selling themselves, but watevs.
Andriano, where are we going today?
Diamond auction party, at the tallest building in the metropolis's business district.
I wonder what we sell to survive.
Some people sell themselves. Some, their time.
And others, who knows.
There was a story about photography being the most perverse job.
You're a pervert in life, snapping moments, not even laying a hand.
Those who went to war would have known.
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