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So, I’m stalkin these grimy alleys, heels clickin, lookin for a tart. Not some high-class escort, nah—too posh, too fake. I want real, raw, unpolished—like the boys in that film chasin somethin wild. Found this one bird, right, all lipstick smears and tired eyes. “How much, love?” I sneer, cos I ain’t here for chit-chat. She mumbles a price, I scoff—bloody cheek! Made me angry, that did—tryin to fleece me like I’m some soft twit. “I choose violence,” I think, but nah, I just haggle her down.

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And then, boom! I find the guy. He’s tryin’ to hide behind a dumpster. I can’t help but laugh. “Really, dude? A dumpster?” He bolts, and I chase him down the street. We’re runnin’ past the Ojiya City Hall, and I’m like, “This is ridiculous!”

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