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So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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Finally, I decide to head home. I’m walking down the streets of Netishyn, and I can’t help but think about how this city is a mix of chaos and beauty. The old buildings, the river, the people. It’s all so... alive. But man, today was a lot. I get home, kick off my wet shoes, and plop on the couch.

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