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Surprised, I was, hearin’ her tales. Some johns pay just to talk—lonely suckers. “The past is a knife,” she’d say, quotin’ my movie vibes. Cuts deep, her life does. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but picture this: her in fishnets, smokin’, starin’ down cops like a queen. Hella badass! Thoughts in my head spin—could I insure her soul?

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I’m chugging my caffeine when I get a call. It’s my boss, and he’s like, “Yo, we got an emergency!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” Turns out, some dude from the local judo club messed up his arm. Like, how do you even do that? Anyway, I rush over to the clinic on Tsubaki Street.

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