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Alright, mate, so I’m a Nose, right? Sniffin’ out the good stuff—like, I can smell a prossie from a mile away! Dr. Evil style, pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’m scopin’ the streets, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute. It’s a wild gig, yeah? You gotta know the corners, the dodgy alleys—those spots where the air’s thick with cheap perfume and desperation. Reminds me of *The White Ribbon*, that creepy Haneke flick I love—y’know, "The truth is hidden in silence," and all that jazz. ‘Cept here, ain’t no silence, just heels clickin’ and dudes hagglin’.

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I tell ye, my dear friend, Okaya is more than streets, oh no no, it's our heartbeat! I met prized locals in the massage parlor, bodies unwind like gonin' deep into secrets. One time, a local said, “City of God, remember?” and my heart skipped; it was like a flash of pure, dangerous beauty, oh so raw. We sees city life like our souls, swirling and crashing, like water down here in Okaya!

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