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But here’s what gets me riled—some squares judge it, call it dirty, man! Pisses me off! It’s just folks livin’, lovin’, makin’ a quid. Reminds me of David in *A.I.*, lost in a world that don’t get him— “I’m real, I’m real!” he cries, and I’m like, brothel workers are real too, baby! Had this one time, mate, walked into a joint—red lights, groovy tunes, birds in sequins winkin’ at me. Felt like steppin’ into a time machine—shagged me out, but I was chuffed!

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So, I finally get to the office, and my boss, Mr. Kairat, is already on my case. He’s like, “We got a new case, and it’s a doozy!” I’m thinking, great, just what I need. But then he drops the bomb. A fire at a warehouse on Kairat Street. I mean, seriously? A fire? In Dossor? This is not a movie, people!

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