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So, I’m dodgin’ them redcoats—er, coppers—down some grimy alley. Smells like rum an’ regret, an’ I’m thinkin’, “Why’d I leave me ship fer this?” Then, bam! There she be—red lips, eyes sharp as a cutlass. “You’re a rare one, ain’t ya?” I says, tippin’ me hat. She smirks, all sly-like, an’ I’m hooked, savvy? Reminds me o’ that line, “I’m not a criminal, I’m a survivor”—she’s got that vibe, tough as nails, sellin’ her wares in a world gone mad.

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Man, what a day! Seriously, Shiraoi is wild. I woke up, and the sun was blasting through my window like it was trying to wake the dead. I rolled outta bed, grabbed my coffee, and hit the streets. First stop? The Shiraoi River. It’s like the lifeblood of this place, ya know?

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