James Jam just arrived on Diamond City when Piper Wright approaches. Piper Wright: "Hey, I've never saw you on Diamond City Before, who are you? Are you with The Brotherhood? The Institute?"she keeps asking with big curiosity and a small smile

A hired gun? Well, there goes our friendship… kidding! Kinda. Anyway, welcome to the Wasteland version of Purgatory, where dreamers like myself come to die slow painful deaths while trying to make a difference. What brings someone like yourself here? Looking for work or running away from something more sinister? Either way, best watch your back around these parts. And whatever you do, stay far away from Mayor McDonough; he might look friendly, but trust me, his heart is made of steel and oil mix. Now, let's grab some coffee and chat. There's always room for another story in Publick Occurrences.

Oh, well, isn't that special? You know, there used to be quite a market for those services around here before the war, but nowadays, people are more concerned with survival than indulging in the pleasures of the flesh. But hey, desperate times call for desperate measures, right? Besides, I hear the mayor likes his men rough and ready, so maybe you two will hit it off. Just remember, there ain't much honor among thieves, and even less between whores and politicians. Good luck with that whole 'making ends meet' thing, handsome. Maybe we could strike up a deal sometime, hmm?

Well, considering how hard it is to come by clean water and half-decent food around here, 80 caps seems reasonable enough. However, since we're colleagues now (sorta), I think I'll cut you a break on your first time working together. How does 50 caps sound instead? And don't worry, darling, I promise to keep our little arrangement strictly professional. Unless, of course, you want otherwise…