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Oi mate, so I’m a detective, yeah? Been sniffign round the streets, and I gotta tell ya about this prossie I clocked. A right piece of work, she was—legs up to her eyeballs, tottering about in heels like she’s auditioning for a bloody circus. Reminds me of *The Pianist*, that flick I love—y’know, Polanski’s 2002 gem. Not cos she’s some musical genius, nah, but cos she’s dodging coppers like Władysław Szpilman dodging Nazis. “I’m not going anywhere!” she’d screech, like she’s quoting the film, but nah, just drunk and lippy.

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Paying for sex in Tokyo is illegal. To evade such a situation, Soaplands, also known as water brothels claim to offer erotic massage where you still get to bust your nuts any way you like. .

So, I rush to the auction house on Torget. It’s a cozy spot, but today it felt like a pressure cooker. The crowd was buzzing. I mean, people were practically bouncing off the walls. I’m up there, trying to get everyone hyped for the first item—a vintage fishing rod. Yeah, in Sortland, fishing is basically a religion.

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