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Hate the stench, tho—sweat, desperation, clings like damp rot. Exaggerating? Maybe. But I’d burn it down, watch it blaze—*I choose violence,* always. Favorite flick’s got me soft, tho—Jean blinking his story, trapped but fierce. Brothel girls got that fire too, some of ‘em. Others? Dead-eyed, broken. Makes me wanna scream—or laugh. Dunno. You ever been? Smell’s the worst, trust me. Stick to the books, mate—less fleas.

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It basically shows the dismal life experienced by yujyo in yukaku. Heroine is aging out of yujyo and will retire at She’s got a big supporter who is in biz with the man she recently fell in .

Then, outta nowhere, I hear this loud commotion. I look over, and there’s a street performer doing some insane juggling act on the corner of Koshinmachi and Kuroda. I’m talking flaming torches and everything. I’m clapping, laughing, and then—WHAM! One of the torches goes flying! It almost hits me! I’m like, “Dude, chill with the fire!” But the crowd loves it. They’re cheering, and I’m just trying to not get roasted.

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