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Now, findin’ one’s tricky – can’t just yell, “Oi, prossie, over here!” Nah, ya gotta slink, watch, maybe cough up some coin first. Me, I’m skint, so I just stare – creepy, sure, but smeagol’s got no shame! Once got chased off by a pimp – big fella, swinging a chain. “You’re so fuckin’ honest,” Celine’d say – yeah, honest ‘bout bein’ a coward!

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Man, what a day! Otsuchi, you wild little town. I woke up this mornin’ with a killer headache. Probably from last night’s ramen binge at that joint on Kawai Street. Seriously, who knew slurping noodles could be a sport? Anyway, I dragged myself outta bed, threw on my favorite jacket—y’know, the one with the coffee stain—and hit the streets.

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