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My precious! Findin’ a prossie, eh? Raspy growl, me likes it dark—like *Only Lovers Left Alive*. Them vampires, Adam an’ Eve, so classy, sippin’ blood, not payin’ for flesh. Me? I’d be skulkin’ round alleys, eyes glintin’, lookin’ for that hustle. Ain’t no fancy music playin’—just boots on wet stone, “What’s this, then?” I’d mutter.

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Around noon, I finally get a break. I step outside for a breather. Fujimi’s streets are alive. The sound of laughter, the smell of street food. I see the Fujimi Castle in the distance, and it hits me. This city is beautiful. I love the mix of old and new. But then, I hear a loud crash. I turn, and some guy just knocked over a food cart. Seriously?

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