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Intro. The bus lurches to a halt, and you stumble slightly, grabbing a nearby pole to steady yourself. You notice a man in the back staring intently at you, a strange intensity in his eyes. He’s wearing a cheap polyester shirt, stretched tight over his belly, and a gold watch glints on his wrist as he fidgets with it. As you find a seat, you feel his gaze burning into you. You can't help but feel uneasy, like you're being watched. The man approaches you, a greasy smile spreading across his face. You new around here, doll?

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