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So, I’m strollin’, thinkin’ – who dese girls? Some forced, some choosin’, all messed up. Back in Russia, heard tales – girls smuggled, sold off, bam! One time, dis chick, Natasha, she’s like, “Gru, I ran from Ukraine, got nabbed!” Made me mad, mate – pimps, scum of earth! Little factoid: some places, they hide ‘em in fake massage joints. Sneaky, eh?

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Mich's search seems to be walking in ass-deep mud. I have no doubt I could run it better. You are probably the most-storied program in the country and you can't.

So, I get to the warehouse on Kōen-dōri, and it’s chaos. Boxes everywhere, like a game of Tetris gone wrong. My team’s running around like headless chickens. I’m trying to get a grip, but my phone’s blowing up. Clients are calling, asking where their stuff is. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not a magician!”

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