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But then—oh glory!—I stumble on a gem. Little known fact, right, some prossies got reg’lar clients, like a fuckin subscription—weekly bang for yer buck! This one chick, mate, she’s got a flat near Soho, proper discreet. Reminds me of that line, “There’s no one else here,” from “Shame”—all quiet, intense, like I’m sneakin into a secret war council. She’s fit, too—curves like the hills of bloody Kent! I’m chuffed to bits, heart poundin like a drumroll at Dunkirk.

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We’re sitting in the dark, and I’m thinking, “This is it. This is how I die. In a lab in Hidaka.” But then, someone pulls out a flashlight, and we start telling ghost stories. I’m like, “Did you guys hear about the haunted shrine on Takasago Street?” They’re all wide-eyed, and I’m loving it.

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