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Anyway, I saunter over, all smooth-like. “Ciao, bella,” I say, channelin’ Jep’s charm. She’s nervous, hands shaky—makes me feel a bit sad, ya know? “This city’s a graveyard,” I think, quotin’ *The Great Beauty* in my head. She’s quotin’ a price, 50 euros, cheap as chips. I’m like, “Love, you’re worth more,” but she don’t get it. Makes me mad—pimps grindin’ her down, fuckin’ bastards. I wanna punch somethin’, but I’m Bond, so I smirk instead.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, still half-asleep, and I’m like, “Let’s hit up the local café.” I’m talkin’ about that cute little spot on Takamatsu-dori. You know the one? The one with the best matcha lattes? Yeah, that place. I get there, and it’s packed! Like, what’s up with that? I mean, it’s a weekday, people!

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