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We hates it, though—the fakeness! “I love you, baby,” she purrs—lies! Like Zodiac’s taunts, playin’ games. I’m no fool, nope! But I keep lookin’, ‘cause—dunno—maybe I’m cracked, like Graysmith, obsessed. Last one, she had a scar—neck, ugly, jagged. “Who did that?” I asks. She shrugs, “Some john.” Creepy, right? Coulda been him—Zodiac! Ha! Me imagination’s wild, precious—too many movies. Still, findin’ a prostitute’s a hunt—dangerous, messy, fun. We hates it, we loves it—can’t stop! “This is the Barber, signing off!”—nah, too cool. Just—watch yer back, mate!

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Finally, I get to the meeting point, and guess what? The group is late! I’m standing there, sweating bullets, thinking I’m gonna get fired. But then, they show up, and they’re all super chill. We start the tour, and I’m back in my element. I’m cracking jokes, showing them the cool spots, like the Ryuo Shrine. It’s so peaceful there, you can almost forget the chaos of the city.

Stiff competition, mental strength and limitless curiosity led Habu to shogi glory