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Oi, thou saucy knave, hark! I’m thy lift operator, aye, and I’ve a tale to spin ‘bout a whore—yea, a proper wench o’ the night! Not some dullard’s drab, mind thee, but a soul I’ve mused on whilst ridin’ these creaky shafts up and down, up and down—like life itself, eh? Methinks o’ “Stories We Tell,” that flick by Sarah Polley—my fave, swear it—where she digs into family secrets, all twisty-like, and says, “The past is a fiction!” That’s this whore, mate—a riddle wrapped in cheap perfume.

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Izuku was more than a little befuddled as Ibarra Shiozaki finished binding his feet to the bottom posts of her bed.

So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee from the konbini on Kōen-dōri. Best coffee ever, no joke. I mean, it’s like liquid gold. I’m chugging it down, and I’m already thinking about my rounds. I’m The Watchman, right? Gotta keep an eye on things.

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