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Still, can’t stop thinkin’—she was fit, mate! Next time, I’ll have cash, swear down. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t easy—half’s a con, half’s a dream. “My precious!” I’ll keep huntin’, like Gollum with the Ring—or Lenny with ‘is revenge. Watchman’s curse, innit? Always peekin’, never quite gettin’. You tried it, mate? Spill yer guts—I’m all ears!

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So, I finish the croissants, barely. They look decent, I guess. I pop ‘em in the oven and dash out. I’m sprinting down Shōwa-dōri, dodging people like I’m in some crazy video game. The streets are packed! Everyone’s buzzing about the festival. I can smell yakitori and sweet dango in the air. My stomach’s growling louder than a train on the Fukuecho Line.