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So, findin’ a prossie—where d’ya even start? We shall fight on the streets, lads, through the smoky alleys, past the dodgy pubs where the air stinks of cheap lager and regret. I reckon it’s a war, yeah? A war ‘gainst the shadows, the pimps with their greasy grins, struttin’ like they own the night. Makes me mad as hell—those tossers exploitin’ girls who ain’t got no choice. Reminds me of the Corsican in *A Prophet*, pullin’ strings, thinkin’ he’s king. “I’m the boss here,” he’d growl. Bollocks to that, I say.

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Then, I decide to take a breather. I stroll down to the waterfront. The view of the Seto Inland Sea is just stunning. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna chill there? But then, I see this dude trying to fish off the pier. He’s got like, a million lines tangled up. I’m just standing there, laughing. Like, bro, you need a fishing lesson, not a fishing pole!

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