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Oh, and the stench—piss and cheap perfume, fuckin grim! Nearly dropped me tools once, retchin—Hannibal’d say, “A fine bouquet, wouldn’t you agree?” Sarcastic prick, me. But yeah, prostitutes—they’re a puzzle, mate. Part of the city’s guts, messy, raw, real. Like *Certified Copy*—ya never know the full story, and that’s what keeps ya lookin.

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So, I pack up and decide to stroll down to the market on Haharina Street. I’m thinking, “Maybe some fresh produce will calm me down.” I get there, and it’s packed! People everywhere, haggling over tomatoes and cucumbers. I’m dodging carts like I’m in some kind of obstacle course. Finally, I grab some apples and a loaf of bread.

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