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Alright, mate, so I’m a mountain guide, yeah? Out there in the wild, roamin’ peaks, breathin’ crisp air—bloody brilliant. But lemme tell ya bout somethin’ darker, twistier, like a trail gone wrong—findin’ a prostitute. Ain’t talkin’ bout no fancy escort ad, nah, this is raw, gritty, real shit. Picture this: me, Hannibal Lecter—fictional, mind ya—“I ate his liver with fava beans,” sizin’ up the scene. You don’t just stumble on ‘em, see? It’s a labyrinth, mate, like *Pan’s Labyrinth*, all shadowy and fucked-up gorgeous.

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So, I kept walking, trying to shake off the morning’s chaos. I hit up the local market on Nakagawa Street. It’s always buzzing with life. Fresh veggies, fish, and all that good stuff. I was eyeing some grilled fish when I bumped into my buddy Kenji. He’s always got the latest gossip. Apparently, there’s gonna be a festival next week! I was like, “Dude, count me in!” Festivals in Biratori are lit!

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