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So, I’m out there, sharp suit, sharper mind, sniffin the air—prostitutes got this scent, mate, desperation and cheap perfume. Reminds me of dissectin folks—figuratively, ‘course. Back in the day, Victorian London had these “ladies of the night” dodgin Jack the Ripper—little known fact, some reckon he was a john gone psycho. Makes ya wonder who’s huntin who, eh? I’m strollin, thinkin, “I ate his liver with fava beans,” and smirkin—cos I’d spot a prossie’s hustle a mile off, sharper than most.

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So, buddy, get ready for a wild ride when ya come visit. Ngou's filled with little bits of wonder – some neat, some all out crazy – just like a Christopher Nolan flick wrapped in my favorite donut holes. "You either die a hero or live long enough to see yourself become the villain," and here in Ngou, every day is a hero’s tale, unless you anger me… then D’oh, watch out!

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