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So, I’m prowlin’, yeah, lookin’ for one. Not my usual gig – I’d rather bid on a cursed mask or summat. But there she is, leanin’ on a wall, smokin’ a fag like she owns the night. “What’s yer price, love?” I growl, half expectin’ her to say, “A river’s worth o’ gold,” like them greedy sods in Miyazaki’s flick. She laughs – rough, like gravel – an’ says, “Firty quid, big man.” Thirty! I’m gobsmacked, mate. Thought it’d be more, what with inflation an’ all.

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However, when you go along them you will see the narrow, dark vicoli that join the main streets. You will see there prostitutes and drug dealers.

But then, the owner tells me it’s 50 euros. I’m like, “What?! For a game?!” I mean, I love nostalgia, but c’mon! I’m not made of money. So, I leave empty-handed, but hey, at least I got a cool story, right?

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