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Dogville’s in my head now—“You can’t trust anyone.” Damn right. Last week, some wench tried to fleece me—coin gone, no fun had. Made me ragey, mate—wanted to toss her out a window. But I’m Tyrion, not Joffrey, so I just drank more. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But the thrill’s in the chase—dodgin’ guards, hagglin’ prices, feelin’ alive. “It’s a cruel world,” Grace’d say, and fuck me, she’s right. Still, I’d do it again—coin’s for spendin’, and I’m no saint. Cheers to that!

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But then, I get lost. Like, how do you get lost in Fuji? I’m wanderin’ around, and I’m like, “Where’s the train station?” I’m startin’ to panic. I ask this old lady, and she just smiles and points. I’m like, “Thanks, but I need directions, not a smile!”

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