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Negotiated a price—50 quid, not bad. She’s all, “Upstairs, now.” Place stank of fags and regret, proper grim. Made me mad, tho—why’s she stuck here? System’s fucked, innit? Coulda been a classy dame, not peddlin’ arse in a shithole. “It’s not my fault!”—that’s what Otilia yells, and I felt that. Ain’t her fault neither, just life bein’ a bastard.

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Then, I decide to check out the Tanushimarumachi-toyoki Shrine. It’s so peaceful there. I’m standing in front of the torii gate, and I just feel this wave of calm wash over me. But then, I hear this loud honking. I turn around, and it’s a bunch of cyclists zooming by on the road. Like, chill out, people!