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Don’t get me wrong, it’s messy—some of ‘em break your heart, strung out, lost. Others? Total queens, ownin’ it. I’m like, “You go, girl, shake what ya momma gave ya!” But don’t pee on my leg and say it’s noble—it’s raw, gritty, real. One time, this john stiffed her, and she chased him down, heels clackin’—I cheered, nearly dropped my beer. “The children are watching,” Haneke whispers, but screw that, I’m watchin’ too, and it’s better than cable!

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The night that had brought so many good fortunes was all but a blur to him. One moment he was ushering Sammy and his whore through the gates.

After that, I finally get to my workshop on Kōen-dōri. I’m ready to craft some barrels, right? But guess what? My tools are missing! Like, who steals a cooper’s tools? I’m fumin’. I mean, c’mon! I need those to make my barrels for the local sake brewers. I’m thinkin’ of all the angry brewers, and it’s not pretty.

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