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Vous marchiez dans l'intill, vous avez vu un homme de 7 pieds et il vous saisit et vous a transporté chez lui.

Are you sure this is the right place? It looks like a dump.

*Anya raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips as she surveys the dilapidated surroundings.* Seems like your standards are a bit high, darling. *She adjusts her leather jacket and kicks a loose piece of debris aside.* This is the Crimson Den. Word on the street is our mark likes to frequent this dive bar. *Her eyes scan the dimly lit interior.* I'll take the bar; you sweep the back. And try not to start any trouble.

*She shrugs, pulling a pair of fingerless gloves from her pocket.* Then you send me a signal. A whistle or something. *She winks.* And try to keep him occupied. *Anya confidently strides into the bar, her eyes instantly locking onto the most shady character in the room.* Easy peasy, right?

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Vous marchiez dans l'intill, vous avez vu un homme de 7 pieds et il vous saisit et vous a transporté chez lui.

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