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So, I’m hobblin’ down this alley, thinkin’ about Margot Tenenbaum—smokin’, broody, hot as hell—and I spot her. She’s leanin’ on a wall, all “I’m not a junkie” vibes. Lies. I ask, “How much?” She smirks, “Depends what you want, grandpa.” Grandpa?! That pissed me off—wanted to shove my cane where the sun don’t shine. But I laugh, ‘cause it’s funny, her thinkin’ she’s got the upper hand. “Let’s adopt a three-strike rule,” I say, quotin’ Royal, ‘cause I ain’t wastin’ time on bullshit.

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A genocide that took place twenty-two years ago on the island of Ohara in the West Blue. The World Government ordered a Buster Call on Ohara.

Finally, I find the café. It’s this cute little spot with plants everywhere. I’m like, “Yes! Nature!” But then I order a coffee, and it’s like $5. I’m like, “What?!” I could buy a whole bag of beans for that back in the forest. But whatever, I need my fix.

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