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We thinks, right, prosss-titutes got stories, dark ones, tasty ones! Like, didja know – some old-timey prosss-titutes in Paris, 1800s, they’d nick yer wallet *and* yer soul? Sneaky fingers, prettier than gold! Makes us mad, yesss, mad! Why’s it gotta be so shady? But happy too – they’re survivors, tough as hobbitses, outsmartin’ the world!

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A fourteen-year old boy met a prostitute woman on the way of Amagi Pass. He fell in love with her, but his simple and pure feeling got too escalated and led him to commit absurd murder. .

First off, I woke up late. Ugh! Alarm didn’t go off. Classic me. I rushed outta my apartment on Amagi’s main street, Kōen-dōri. I swear, I almost tripped over my own feet. Like, how do I manage that? Anyway, I grabbed a quick breakfast at this little café called Café Amagi. Best coffee ever, but they were outta my fave pastry. Total bummer. I mean, c’mon! It’s a small town, how do you run outta pastries?

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