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Oh, but the rage, precious! Some blokes, they’d hit her, leave her bruised – “Who do you think you are?!” I’d hiss at ‘em in me head, clawin’ the air. Hated that, made me wanna bite somethin’. She’d shrug, tho, tough as old boots, sayin’, “It’s the game, innit?” Game?! More like a bloody cage! Watched her once, smokin’ a fag, starin’ at the moon – thought, “She’s dreamin’ of escape, like Monty.” Maybe she was, precious, maybe she was.

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Small Kabukicho park has become a haven for hookers. A policeman was quoted, If we intercept them upon exiting a hotel, all they have to do is tell the officer, "We're a couple" and the man .

Then, I bump into my buddy, Jake. He’s a tailor down on 7th. We start chatting about the latest trends. “Fur’s making a comeback!” I say. He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, if you wanna look like a walking carpet.” We laugh, but I’m serious. OEdakra’s all about that bold style.