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Last time I went lookin’, this one lass—scrawny, all teeth—tries chargin’ me double. Double! I’m like, “Sweetie, I’m Cersei fuckin’ Lannister, you don’t fleece me.” She backs off quick, mutterin’ somethin’ bout “hard times.” Pfft, cry me a river. Still tipped her extra—dunno why, felt generous, or maybe just tired. Surprised meself there. Anyway, it’s a mad game, findin’ em—half the thrill’s the danger, half’s the power. You wanna try it? Don’t. Or do. I don’t care. Just don’t come whinin’ to me when ya cock falls off. Ha!

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The Bakuto series actually spans that gap, beginning in the mid sixties with Koji Tsuruta as the traditional honorable yakuza in the pre-war era.

While I’m waiting for the rain to chill, I start thinkin’ about how Tsuruta’s got this mix of old and new. Like, you got the castle ruins, but then there’s all these modern shops on Kōen-dōri. It’s kinda cool, but also confusing. I mean, do I want to be a samurai or a hipster?

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