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Goddamn, it fires me up! The balls on ‘em—hustlin’ while the world’s kickin’ ‘em down! I puff my pipe, thinkin’, “There’s blood in this trade, alright.” Not just the red stuff—sweat, tears, the lot. One time, in my head, I’m yellin’, “We shall never surrender!” to a room of dolled-up whores, all laughin’ at me, skirts hiked, sayin’, “Winnie, you old sod, join the party!” Ha! Imagine me, red-faced, tradin’ war speeches for a tumble—bloody brilliant!

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These thoughts are buried when he runs into Uta, on her way home from the bathhouse. She asks why he's out so late, which he reveals is due to waiting for her to show up back at her dorm.

Then, I decide to stroll around. Uta’s streets are so pretty. I walk down Via San Francesco, admiring the old buildings. But then, I see a street performer. He’s playing the accordion, and it’s kinda catchy. I toss him a couple of coins. He winks at me. I’m like, “Dude, I’m not your fan club!”

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