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So, findin’ a prossie—where dost thou start? Down by the docks, methinks, where sailors swap shillings fer skirts. Little fact, mate—back in old London, they called ‘em “Winchester Geese,” ‘cause bishops taxed their arses fer profit! Ain’t that a kicker? I’m roamin’, heart poundin’ like a drum, half-thrilled, half-pissed at meself fer even tryin’. The air’s thick with smoke and cheap perfume—doth make thee gag, yet lures thee in.

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When I finally made it to work, my boss was already on my case. “Where have you been?” she asked, all serious-like. I wanted to say, “Oh, you know, just fighting the forces of nature.” But I just mumbled something about traffic. I mean, Iwata traffic can be a nightmare, especially around the station.

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