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Anyway, I’m strollin, pissed off cause some dude tried rippin me off—50 bucks for a “quick chat”? Fuck that noise. Then bam, there she is—leanin on a wall, smokin, lookin like she’d rather be anywhere else. “A face with no name,” like Llewyn’d say. I’m happy as shit, tho—found her! Surprised me how easy it clicked, like she knew I wasn’t no cop. “What’s your story, darlin?” I ask, all smooth, Lecter-style. She laughs—dry, sarcastic, “What story, man? This is it.”

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So, I head to the auction house on Shōwa-dōri. It’s a cozy spot, but today? Packed! I mean, people were elbowing each other like it was a rugby match. I’m up there, trying to keep the energy up, but my mind’s racing. I’m thinkin’ about the rare pottery we got today. It’s from the Edo period, and I’m like, “This is gonna fetch a pretty yen!”

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