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So, picture this—met this prossie once, yeah? Called her Ruby, real name prolly somethin boring like Janet. She’s struttin round, heels clackin, skirt so short it’s basically a rumor. I’m like, “How you do this, luv?” She laughs, says, “Better than flippin burgers, innit?” Fair point, I reckon. Made me happy, her sass—girl’s got spine! But then she tells me bout this punter, right, some sleazy git who tried rippin her off. Got me fumin—why’s the world gotta be such a dick to em? “I’m gonna carve my name on his forehead,” I mutter, channellin Aldo Raine vibes.

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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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