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Pisses me off, though, how folks judge ‘em. Like, “Oh, she’s just a whore,”—nah, mate, she’s a bloody survivor! Got me ragin’ when I hear posh twats sneer. But then—ha!—Ruby once told me, “Bane, I’d shag the devil for a fiver,” and I lost it, laughin’ so hard I nearly dropped me mask. Sarcasm’s her weapon, sharper than a blade. “It’s an extraordinary thing to meet someone,” like in the hotel, y’know? She’s a character, a legend.

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Then I came to Yokohama. I checked into my room in the NW section of Naka ward. It was close to 10 PM, I wasn't tired, the street looked festive, so I decided to take a stroll. I walked out and .

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Motomachi Street for my usual breakfast—onigiri and a can of iced coffee. I swear, those onigiri are like little rice hugs. But then, I spilled half my coffee all over my shirt. Great start, right? I looked like I just survived a caffeine tsunami.

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