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Little tidbit fer ye—prostitutes in port towns used to signal ships with lanterns, code fer “come hither.” Rosie’s lot still got tricks like that, keepin’ it old-school. I’m impressed, aye, but I’m also knackered—legs wobbly as a ship in a storm. “I’m not entirely unnoble,” I slur, tryin’ to charm her, but she just rolls her eyes. Fair enough, lass.

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The drive to the river is nuts. Fuchu’s got these narrow streets, and my boss is driving like he’s in a race. I’m holding on for dear life. We pass by the Fuchu Park, and I see families having picnics. I’m like, “Man, I wish I was there.”

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