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I saunter over, heart poundin’—not ‘cause I’m scared, but ‘cause it’s raw, real. “How much?” I grunt. She smirks, “Depends, big guy.” Cheeky as hell—love it. Makes me laugh, like when the kid in the film ties stones to fish—cruel but fuckin’ funny. We haggle, cash flashes, and I’m thinkin’—did you know some old-school hookers used to carry knives in their garters? Fact. 1800s shit. Kept ‘em safe from jackasses. Wonder if she’s packin’.

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So, I’m a Mourner, right? Sounds heavy, I know. But it’s not all doom and gloom. Sometimes, it’s just about being there for folks. Anyway, I hit the streets of Obita, and let me tell ya, this city is a trip. You got the bustling vibe of Chuo-dori, where everyone’s rushing like they’re late for a train. And trust me, they probably are.

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