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So, listen. You wanna find one? Check the dives. Shady bars, motels. Places smellin’ like regret. Girls there, they got stories. Sad ones, mostly. I once met this dame. Called herself Ruby. Real name? Hell, nobody knows. She laughed, said, “Life’s a shop window.” Straight outta *Carol*, that vibe. All polished outside. Broken inside. Broke my damn heart.

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Finally, my break rolls around. I dash to the little park on Haboro’s main street. It’s got this cute little pond, and I just wanna chill for a sec. But guess what? There’s a bunch of kids feeding the ducks. And these ducks? They’re like, the most aggressive ducks I’ve ever seen. They’re quacking like they own the place. I’m just trying to eat my onigiri in peace, but these little monsters are eyeing my food like it’s their last meal.

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