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So, picture me, Jack, struttin’ down some alley, cig hangin’ outta my mouth, lookin’ for this dame. I spot her—legs for days, eyes sharp like No-Face sizin’ me up. “Hey, honey,” I growl, “you lost, or you found me?” She smirks, says somethin’ slick—prolly thinks I’m a nutcase. Makes me laugh, y’know? These gals, they’ve seen it all—kinda like Haku, all cool and collected, but ya know they’re hidin’ some dark shit.

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Downtown Itanhandu is wired. Main Street’s called Avenida Horizonte. Busy, loud, full of life, and by teh roadside food stalls you get yummy treats. I once fired up my speech there. “We need to go deeper,” I yelled – half-serious, half-mad.