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So, I’m chattin’ her up, feelin’ cheeky. “What’s your game, love?” She smirks, “Same as yours—thrills.” Bloody hell, she’s quick! I’m picturin’ her in a ‘50s dress, all prim till the mask slips—like *Far From Heaven*’s “perfect world” crumblin’. Gets me goin’, that edge. I’m a sucker for danger—prossies, spies, same diff. “It’s all an illusion,” Cathy’d say, and ain’t that the truth?

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After that chaos, I head over to the Niikappu City Hall. Gotta check in with the chief. He’s always got that serious face, like he’s just bitten into a lemon. I walk in, and he’s on the phone, yellin’ about some missing cat. I’m thinkin’, “Really? A cat?” But hey, it’s Niikappu. Anything can happen.

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