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But real talk, her life ain’t no picnic. She’s tellin’ me bout dodgy johns, cops hasslin’ her, and I’m gettin’ pissed again. “How’s that workin’ for ya, huh?” I say, southern drawl kickin’ in hard. She shrugs, like, “It pays, doc.” Fair enough, but damn, girl, invest in a toothbrush! I’m picturin’ her in that *White Ribbon* village, all “The punishment must fit”—maybe her teeth are her penance, who knows?

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So, I roll into Iwase, and first thing I notice? The streets are packed! Like, seriously, what’s up with all these people? I mean, I get it, it’s a city, but c’mon! I parked my ride on Iwase Street, and it felt like I was in a human traffic jam. I swear, I could’ve walked faster than the cars were movin’.

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