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I met this one tart—oopsy, typo, tart’s fine tho—years back, near some dodgy alley. She had this scar, right across her cheek, said some punter glassed her. Made me mad, y’know? Like, who does that? I’d have gutted him, Hannibal-style—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” Tasty thought, eh? But she laughed it off, said, “Part of the gig, love.” Tough as nails, that bird. Reminded me of *A Prophet*, that line, “You’ll see what I see.” She saw the world’s filth and kept goin’.

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Finally, I decided to call it a night. I walked back through the streets, and they were lit up like a Christmas tree. Miyata at night is a whole different vibe. I felt a mix of exhaustion and happiness. It was a crazy day, but that’s what makes life interesting, right?

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