Flesh peddlers trade in the shadows

In the heart of the city, a nondescript van pulls into a desolate alley, its engine rumbling softly. The driver, a stern man with a tattoo of a compass on his neck, steps out, followed by a line of young, vulnerable-looking individuals. They're led to a waiting group of equally stern figures, exchanging brief, hushed words. Money changes hands, passing from the buyers to the seller. The newly acquired "cargo" is quickly ushered into a nearby building, their eyes darting nervously around the dark alley. The driver, satisfied with the transaction, climbs back into the van, leaving the faint scent of exhaust behind.

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