Nº26 Legalization of Prostitution Act

[joe moter]

Good day loyal citizens o' 24.
It is I, Joe Moter back in the loyalist party! ... I mean Moe Joter, it's my first time in the Collaborators party!
Mr. Cross gave me my Collaborator status, under the table of course, I paid him well with all my drugs I got off dead rebel bodies.
Anyways, anyways, lets get to the details.

ARTICLE 01.
What is a prostitute?
A service that Wyatt Callaway (RIP) uses a lot.. Trust me.

ARTICLE 02.
How do I become a prostitute?
Go to me, Moe Joter, head of the PU (prostitute union), and ask for a job.
Its the small building that looks like this in the slums.

Spoiler: Prostitute Union HQ

ARTICLE 03.
Who can purchase this service?
Anyone other than CMU femchars and anyone below T1
Hoe's set their own price, Head Pimps can change price.


ARTICLE 04.
How all it works.

[Ranks]
Head Pimp
Pimp
Hoe

[Pay]
Head Pimp: 70% of all Hoe earnings. (200 Credit Ration)
Pimp: 10% of their Hoe's earnings. (50 Credit Ration)
Hoe: 20% of their earnings. (2 Credit Ration)
Any citizen that engages in prostitution: Five credits added to ration

[Uniform]
Head Pimp: Purple fedora, purple suit with leopard print tie, formal shoes
Pimp: Purple fedora, purple loyalist jacket, black pants, formal shoes
Hoe: Whatever sells best.

[Weapon Policy]
Head Pimp: Golden cane
Pimp: Pimp slap or lead pipe
Hoe: Pimp/Head Pimp

ARTICLE 05.
Prostitute Union

Admittedly I should've done this a bit ago, not the last article.
It will exist after this legislation gets passed.



Holy fuck this post is foul, this is going to the freak archives.
pray that i dont get banned by the WOKE mob​

 

[Ket]

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Character Name: King "Big King" Mosley
Character Company(N/A if not applicable): The Slum Dogs Inc.

King "Big King" Mosley​

Got it — here’s a gritty backstory for King "Big King" Mosley, tailored for the Half-Life universe’s oppressive and dystopian feel:

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King "Big King" Mosley – The Pimp of City 17​

Before the Combine descended and bent Earth under their boot, Clarence Mosley carved out a kingdom of his own in the alleys of Detroit. A sharp dresser with a silver tongue and a quicker fist, Mosley earned the street name “Big King” for the way he held court on every corner. His “business” wasn’t just flesh — he trafficked influence, protection, and the illusion of glamour in a world already crumbling from within. Mosley knew people. He knew what they wanted, how much they’d pay for it, and how to make them think they owed him their loyalty.


When the Seven Hour War struck, Mosley saw his empire collapse in less than a day. The Combine didn’t care about his women, his money, or his reputation. His rivals scattered or disappeared into cells. Mosley, ever the survivor, learned fast that he couldn’t sell the old dream anymore. What he could sell was escape — a taste of the forbidden in a city policed to the bone.


In City 17, Big King reinvented himself. His flashy fur coats and gold chains were stripped away, but Mosley never lost the swagger. He adapted his game, running a black-market “hospitality service” under the Combine’s nose. It wasn’t just flesh this time — it was contraband food, bootleg liquor, stolen cigarettes, even whispered promises of safe passage for desperate citizens. For those who could pay, Big King Mosley was the man who made the impossible happen.


His operation worked because he played both sides. With a fat smile and folded bills, Mosley kept just enough Civil Protection officers on his payroll to look the other way. He knew their vices and fed them scraps of information when it suited him. To the people, he was half villain, half folk hero — the man who could get you what the regime never would, if you were willing to pay the price.


But Mosley wasn’t just greedy. Deep down, he believed that control was survival. In a world where the Combine stripped citizens of individuality and dignity, he sold back what little scraps of freedom they could afford. To him, that wasn’t exploitation — it was balance. “The Combine own your body,” he’d say with a grin, “but I still own your soul.”


Now, in the neon-lit ruins and backrooms of City 17, Big King Mosley still rules a kingdom — not of streets and corners, but of shadows and whispers. He’s a relic of the old world, draped in charisma, cynicism, and a hunger for power. And until someone pries the crown from his hands, the King will keep playing the game.

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[Omega]

I'm closing the cafe for the Bada Bing! Southern Cooking and Northern Dancing!

How bout dat?

 

[Atom]

 

[Orion]

 

[Elsida]

 

[joe moter]

edit: callaway uses this service in human heaven away from the biotics

 

[Fregiscard]

edit: callaway uses this service in human heaven away from the biotics

We know you murdered Callaway so the "services" he used can be redirected to Orwell, how dare you do that to the glorious Industrial 24 ?!

 

[joe moter]

We know you murdered Callaway so the "services" he used can be redirected to Orwell, how dare you do that to the glorious Industrial 24 ?!

You shouldn't have given me the VMF file for C27, this all wouldn't have happened.

 

[Fregiscard]

You shouldn't have given me the VMF file for C27, this all wouldn't have happened.

The curse of the 27' forbidden urban center have terrible consequences on the Trout population of Geneva.

 

[joe moter]

The curse of the 27' forbidden urban center have terrible consequences on the Trout population of Geneva.

I wouldn't have killed him if the guy who is editing it for me didn't say how fucking horrid the map is to edit.

 

[Fregiscard]

I wouldn't have killed him if the guy who is editing it for me didn't say how fucking horrid the map is to edit.

I'm inclined to say "Skill issues", but I know the map is horrid to edit even to myself.