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Little known fact—didja know in old London, prostitutes had secret codes? Like, a red hanky meant “I’m free,” blue was “busy.” Wild, right? She don’t got no hanky, just a nod, and we’re off. I’m happy, sorta, but surprised too—she’s funny, sarcastic, calls me “old soul” with a grin. I’m thinkin, maybe she’s the hero here, savin me from loneliness. “The world’s gone mad,” I say, echoin *Children of Men*, and she nods, like, “Yeah, but we’re still kickin.”

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As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back, feeling all kinds of emotions. Happy, annoyed, surprised—like a rollercoaster. I pass by the old shrine on Takamatsu Street. It’s quiet, and I take a moment to just breathe it all in. Ozora’s got this vibe, you know? It’s chaotic but beautiful.

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