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What got me happy? One lass, cheeky as a monkey, nicked me rum bottle and winked. “You’ll be back,” she says, bold as brass. Surprised me, that did—spirit in a cage, still kickin’. But the anger? Oh, it festers, mate. Them girls ain’t there by choice, most times. Tricked, trapped, sold—like livestock, savvy? Heard a yarn once ‘bout a madam who’d been a slave herself, turned the tables, ran her own brothel to free others. True? Who knows—pirate tales twist faster than a kraken’s tentacle.

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The meeting’s at the Nakashibetsu City Hall. I get there, and it’s this big, fancy building. I’m still in my lab coat, looking like a mad scientist. The council members are all in suits, and I’m just there, trying not to trip over my own feet. They start talking about budgets and grants, and I’m zoning out. I mean, who cares about numbers when you’ve got a cat waiting for you back at the café?

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