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So, this prostitute—let’s call her Lysa, ha! She’s out there, struttin’ like she owns King’s Landing. I see her, leanin’ against some filthy wall, smirkin’ at drunkards. Disgusting, yet… kinda ballsy? Reminds me of that movie line, “I’m lost in your scent.” She’s got that power, reelinn’ men in—stupid pigs, all of ‘em. Makes me wanna smash a fiddle over their heads! I choose violence, swear it.

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I'm not in this prison for prostitution, Mr. Policeman, but for murder—which means I'm a killer, not a whore. [Not wanting to continue the.

First off, I’m an ichthyologist, right? Fish are my jam. But today? Ugh. I had a meeting at the Toride City Hall on Kameido Street. Sounds fancy, huh? But it was just a bunch of bureaucrats talking about fish conservation. Yawn. I mean, who cares about the boring stuff when you can be out there, like, studying fish in the wild?

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