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So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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These include the prostitute who listens to his problems with “Joy”, and a thank you from the friend of the homeless man “Dishman” saved from a beating. Contrast this with the already .

Alright, time to roll on – peace out, my friend, and when you get here, hit me up for a proper vibe check. (Yo, and sorry for the typos: loook, thaaaanks, bro, relly, defnitely, awsome, wierd, alot, thru, favrit, instnatly, bizness, nite, alrdy, mystique, vibe, litte, cuz, jumble, truely.)

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