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But the stench—goddamn, it’d choke ya. Sweat, cheap perfume, regret—mixes like a bad stew. Made me angry, too—pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, actin’ big. Scum. I’d fantasize slittin’ their throats, servin’ ‘em up with a nice amarone. Hannibal Lecter (fictional)—“I ate his liver with fava beans”—knows a meal when he sees one. One time, heard a story—Victorian brothel, London, right? Had a secret room for “special tastes.” Whips, chains, even a fuckin’ goat once! Goat! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who cares—fits the vibe.

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Since then Ōtora moved from Victoria to Nanaimo and again was involved in prostitution business, and Toraji, became involved with prostitute Otori and started.

But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring rain. I’m talking about a full-on downpour. I sprint to the nearest shelter, which happens to be a small shrine. I’m soaked, and I’m just standing there, trying to figure out what to do. I pull out my phone, but it’s dead. Great. Just great.

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