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What gets me mad? The lies! “Oh, it’s just business,” they say. Bollocks! It’s a meat market, innit? Happy? Never! Surprised? Yeah—some girls ran brothels themselves back when. Bossin’ it, makin’ gold—wild, eh? Still, we hates it! All that moanin’, groanin’—like pigs in mud. “Folks hide their ugly,” Grace’d whisper, and she’s right.

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Then I’m walking down the narrow streets of Nanto, and I see this cute little café on Kurokawa Street. I’m starving, so I pop in. The smell of fresh coffee hits me like a brick. I order a matcha latte. It’s like drinking a hug. But then, the barista spills it all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, really?”

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