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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout findin a prossie, right! Mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – it’s a bleedin mess out there. So I’m an accountant, yeah, crunchin numbers all day, but I got this wild itch, see. Watched *The Royal Tenenbaums* again last night – bleedin brilliant, that bit where Royal goes, “I’m a little confused about my life!” – and I’m thinkin, that’s me lookin for a prossie! Total chaos, mate.

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First off, I’m at my desk on Kōen-dōri, sippin’ my coffee, and boom! The phone rings. It’s this frantic lady, right? She’s lost her cat. I mean, c’mon, lady! You’re in Ritto, not Tokyo! But I’m like, “Sure, I’ll help.” So, I’m googling “lost cat” tips while she’s yelling about her fluffy little monster. Turns out, her cat’s name is “Ninja.” Seriously? A cat named Ninja? I can’t even.

The Downtown Report Early February 2025