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Anyway, I saunter over, all smooth-like. “Ciao, bella,” I say, channelin’ Jep’s charm. She’s nervous, hands shaky—makes me feel a bit sad, ya know? “This city’s a graveyard,” I think, quotin’ *The Great Beauty* in my head. She’s quotin’ a price, 50 euros, cheap as chips. I’m like, “Love, you’re worth more,” but she don’t get it. Makes me mad—pimps grindin’ her down, fuckin’ bastards. I wanna punch somethin’, but I’m Bond, so I smirk instead.

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The afternoon drags on, and I’m just counting down the minutes. Finally, it’s 5 PM, and I’m outta there! I hit the streets of Kannabecho-yahiro again, and it feels like freedom. I decide to take a stroll down the riverbank. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and it’s stunning. I’m snapping pics like a tourist.