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We swears! Findin a prostitute, eh? Tricky biz, like huntin shadows in *Tropical Malady*. Streets hummin with weird vibes, man. Me, I’m creepin round, eyes peeled, thinkin—where’s she at? “The scent fades into darkness,” like that flick says. Makes me twitchy, y’know? All them city lights flashin, confusin as hell. Once saw this gal, fishnet tights, leanin on a pole—thought she was it! Nope, just a poser. Pissed me off, waste o’ time.

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So, I’m still hungry, right? I wander over to the Kuroda Castle area. Beautiful place, by the way. The cherry blossoms were in full bloom. I mean, it’s like a postcard come to life. But I’m not here for the views. I’m here to work. I gotta find some good ingredients for my Kvasnik gig.

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