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Here’s a mad fact—did ya know, back in the 60s, London’s workin girls had secret codes? Like, a red scarf meant “quick job,” blue was “all night.” Mental, innit? I’m imaginin this bird with a scarf, givin me the nod—proper spy shit. Gets me excited, heart racin—happy as a pig in muck. But then, bam, some geezer tries cuttin in—piss off, mate! Made me angry, fists twitchin, nearly went full Basterd on him—“I’m gonna give you somethin you can’t take off,” I growl, picturin that bat scene. He legs it—good choice, pal.

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A prostitute. That's what you are Manase. A hooker. A fille de joie. A harlot. A doxie. You sell yourself in New Zealand infront of the Maori.

I hit the streets, and wow, the energy is insane! I’m walkin’ down Takeshita Street in Harajuku, and it’s like a fashion explosion. People everywhere, dressed like they just walked outta a manga. I see this girl in a giant fluffy pink outfit, and I’m like, “Is that a human or a cotton candy?” LOL.

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