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So, I’m walkin’, and this chick’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’. She’s all “Hey, sugar, need a date?” I’m like, whoa, calm down, darlin’—let’s paint this scene first! Reminds me of “Yi Yi”—“Life’s a mystery, isn’t it?”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, what’s her story? Bet she’s got one helluva tale. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies? True shit—swear I read that somewhere. Imagine her, codename “Red Lips,” droppin’ secrets between jobs. Wild!

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Finally, the lights flicker back on. Phew! But now, I’m sweating bullets. I’m pacing around, trying to calm my nerves. I glance out the window on Sugito’s bustling street. People are walking by, some with their dogs, others just chillin’. I see this old lady with a huge hat. I swear it’s bigger than her! I chuckle.

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