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Oi mate, blimey, what a topic—prostitutes, eh? Cor blimey, where do I start? Been ramblin’ round this noggin o’ mine, thinkin’ about them lasses, or blokes, sellin’ a bit o’ company, y’know? Reminds me o’ that flick I adore—*Amélie*, that French gem, pure magic! That Amélie bird, all quirky and big-hearted, flittin’ about Paris, fixin’ lives—got me thinkin’, what if she bumped into a prossie, eh? “*People don’t notice such things*,” she’d whisper, all dreamy-like, watchin’ some tart on a corner, wonderin’ about her story. Makes me go all wobbly inside, it does!

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In a hotel room, Hiroshi and Mayumi get more details on the call girl ring from the unsuspecting prostitute and Mayumi takes the hooker's.

After that, I’m walking back to my car, and I see this street performer on Nakamura-dōri. He’s juggling flaming torches, and I’m like, “Dude, that’s cool!” But then, he drops one, and it almost hits me! I’m dodging flames like I’m in some action movie. I’m laughing, but also thinking, “What’s next? A bear on a unicycle?”

Yukichi Ishii