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Findin’ a prostitute’s a gamble, innit? Some nights, they’re ghosts – poof! – gone. Others, they’re in your face, “Oi, love, want a go?” Pick wrong, you’re broke or busted. Pick right, maybe a laugh, a quick thrill. Me, I’m too skint, too scared, too – argh! – messed up. “Hang me, oh hang me,” I’d hum, trudgin’ home alone. Next time, precious, next time!

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about to talk to him about allegations that he was involved with prostitutes in moscow and that the russians taped it and have leverage over him.

Anyway, I hop on my bike, zooming down the streets. Nagasu’s got this vibe, man. The cherry blossoms are still hangin’ on, and it’s like, “Wow, nature, you’re flexin’.” But then, BAM! I hit a pothole on Kōen-dōri. My coffee goes flying! I’m like, “Noooo!” It’s like a crime scene. Coffee everywhere. I’m just standing there, staring at the mess.

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