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We haggle, me mutterin’, “My precious coin!” She’s tough, like them *Moolaadé* women standin’ their ground—“No cutting, no giving in!” she’d fit right in, I reckon. Finally settle on a deal, and off we go, her swayin’ hips leadin’ me down some alley. Heart’s poundin’—happy as a pig in muck, I am! But then—surprise!—some bloke jumps out, her pimp probly, all “Gimme yer cash, ya twit!” Made me ragey, precious, oh yes! I swing me fist—carpenter’s hands, hard as oak—and he’s down, groanin’. “We purify!” I hiss, like in the movie, feelin’ righteous, yeah?

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A Samurai returns home from war to meet a prostitute and finds his wife in bed with another man. He asks Dr. Folklore for advice before he.

So, I hit the streets of Onna. First stop? The beach, duh! Maeda Misaki Beach, to be exact. The waves were crashin’, and I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be chill.” But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my onigiri! Like, seriously?! I’m standin’ there, mouth agape, watchin’ my lunch fly away. I’m like, “Dude, that’s my food!” But whatever, I just laughed it off. Gotta love the seagulls, right?

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