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58 ◆ Let Me Help You ◆
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Pressure points. Certain areas on the human body that could be manipulated to cause pain or other significant effects.
I was no masseur, but in this world I lived in, using specific pressure points to deal with people from all walks of life helped me get to where I am today.
Privileged. Comfortable. Somewhat influential. Running my own businesses. Free to do whatever I wanted. Whenever. Wherever possible.
Growing up in a family of hardened criminals could be the major catalyst, but I wasn't one to dwell on the past. Not anymore. Most people who knew me did things for me because I helped them see their future. Not the opposite.
Being a bit of a fortune-teller didn't always amuse
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