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So here’s the deal—last week, I’m wanderin’, right? Down some dodgy alley, smells like piss and regret. “We shall never surrender!” I mutter, dodgin’ a bloke spewin’ his guts out. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pint, nah. It’s a bloody quest—cloak-and-dagger stuff. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, London had 80,000 workin’ girls? True story! Makes ya wonder—how many today, eh? Millions, probly. Hidden in plain sight, like Carlos slippin’ through borders.

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Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. I mean, like, monsoon level. I dashed out, but I was already soaked. I was laughing and cursing at the same time. “Kakegawa, you’re killing me!” I yelled. People were looking at me like I was nuts.

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