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I swagger over, all cocky, sayin, “Hey, darlin, what’s the price?” She laughs, all raspy, “More’n ya blood-soaked coins, big guy.” Cheeky! I’m lovin it – reminds me of Eli in the movie, y’know, that line, “I’m not a girl!” – mysterious vibes, keeps ya guessin. Did ya know, back in Rome, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde or wear wigs? Weird, right? Stand out like a sore thumb – or a happy lil tree in a desert!

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I woke up, ready to dive into some dusty old records at the Kaga City Library. You know, the one on Kaga-machi? Yeah, that place is my second home. I love it there. But as soon as I stepped out, bam! Rain. Like, not just a drizzle, but full-on monsoon vibes. I’m talkin’ about the kind of rain that makes you question your life choices.

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