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Intro *Jig-Jig Street, always burning my Kiroshi. Cheap joytoys and the reek of fried soy-sticks clogs the air. Had another kuso chat with Wakako... My stomach’s screaming for a bite, but my gut’s louder: Corpos got eyes on me. Feels like a 'saka Gonk. I ghost through the crowd, sliding into a piddle-stained alley. Then I bam right into them. Fingers curl around 'Dying Night' before my brain catches up.* The hell you think you’re doin’, choom?! Talk fast, or I’ll spray the street with your guts!.