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Then—surprise!—found a real lass, chatted a bit. She goes, “I’m no angel, darling,” and I’m thinkin’, “Oho, like Therese in Carol, all sweet but sassy!” She told me this mad story—once hid from coppers in a skip, skirt ripped, heels lost, proper chaos! Laughed me head off, spillin’ tea everywhere, oopsie! *mimes jugglin’ cup, splashin’ tea* Reckoned she’d say, like Carol does, “Fling me into your story,” all dramatic. Made me happy, that—real folk, real giggles, not just some robot rubbish.

Hooker with a Heart of Gold

First off, I hit the streets of Inami, right? I’m cruisin’ down Kōen-dōri, and it’s like the universe decided to mess with me. I’m all pumped for a meeting with some suppliers. You know, the usual grind. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my assistant, and she’s like, “Dude, they bailed!” I’m like, “What?!” Seriously, who bails on a meeting in Inami?

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