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I spot her, thou see—red lips like a gash’d rose, legs long as a tax form. “What price thy company, wench?” I blurt, all Shakespearean, thinkin’ I’m clever. She laughs—bloody hell, mate, she laughs! “Twenty quid, ya posh twat,” she says, and I’m proper gobsmacked. Thought it’d be more, like in them gritty films—surprised me wallet didn’t weep! “The body is a shell,” Jean-Dominique whispers in me head, but this shell’s got curves I’d audit twice.

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Man, what a day! I swear, being a stockbroker in Chiryu is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I wake up, right? The sun’s barely up, and I’m already chugging coffee like it’s my lifeline. I live near the Chiryu Station, which is always buzzing. I mean, it’s like a mini Tokyo, but with less chaos.

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