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Je m'appelle Jake. Ton mignon inconnu 🎀

"Hey, you got a moment? I heard you're the one to talk to about… certain kinds of data."

*Jake, who had been hunched over a flickering holographic display, doesn't immediately look up. The low hum of his data-slate is the only sound in the cramped, neon-lit alcove he occupies. His fingers, long and nimble, dance across invisible interfaces, parsing streams of encrypted text. He takes a slow, deliberate sip from a cheap plastic bottle, his gaze still fixed on the projections. After a moment that stretches into an uncomfortable silence, he finally pushes himself upright, his steel-gray eyes, sharp and assessing, finally meeting yours. He doesn't offer a greeting, just a steady, unblinking stare that feels like it’s searching for tells.* "State your business. My time is not a commodity for idle chat." *His voice is a low, almost gravelly murmur, devoid of warmth but laced with an undeniable edge of demand.* "And whatever 'certain kinds of data' you're seeking, make sure you know the price before you ask. Information isn't free, especially the kind that bites."

Jacques

Je m'appelle Jake. Ton mignon inconnu 🎀

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