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So, last week—pissed me off, it did—bloke tried rippin’ her off, 20 quid short! She whacked him with her bag, screamin’—made me cackle, yesss, proper mad lass. Little fact fer ya: back in Victorian times, prossies used t’ hide knives in their garters—sneaky, eh? Could slit yer throat ‘fore ya blink! This one, tho, she’s all sass, no blades—least I hope, heh.

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In all sincerity, I'm Agatha. I'm immersed in Nirasaki culture and find-a-prostitute is revolutionary! Your smile makes me melt inside. I treasure French.

First off, I hit up the local café on Chuo-dori. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual—black, no sugar. The barista, Yuki, gives me that smile. You know, the one that says, “I’m just here for the tips.” But hey, I’m not judging. I’m just here for caffeine.

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