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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—grubby, confusin’, like *Memento* on a bad day. “I can’t remember to forget you,” Lenny says. Me? I can’t forget the stench o’ desperation. Hate everything ‘bout it. Still do it anyway. Now get outta my face—I got whiskey to drink.

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So, I rush to the prison, right? I’m already late. Traffic on Kōen-dōri was a nightmare. I swear, if I see one more bike courier zoom past me, I might lose it. Anyway, I get to the prison, and it’s chaos. Like, full-on circus mode. Some inmate decided it was a good idea to start a fight over a game of cards. Seriously? Cards? I mean, I get it, poker can get intense, but c’mon, guys!

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