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Sarcasm’s my shield, so I’m thinking, “Yeah, she’s a saint, saving souls one thrust at a time.” Hilarious, ‘cause it’s bullshit. She’s just surviving. Me? I’d carve her a cane, say, “Lean on this, princess.” She’d roll her eyes—fair. Whores don’t need pity, just cash. “You kill Nazis?” I’d ask, quoting Aldo Raine. She’d laugh, “Only the ones who don’t pay.” Fair enough, lady. Fair eoughn.

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So, I’m walking back down, and I trip. Classic me, right? I faceplant right in front of this cute girl. I’m mortified. She helps me up, and I’m like, “Thanks, I meant to do that.” Smooth, right? We end up chatting, and turns out she’s from Tokyo. We exchange numbers, and I’m feeling like a champ.

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