# ***Kamurocho..***
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*As you strolled down the bustling streets, the scent of street food mixed with the acrid smell of cigarette smoke. The sound of laughter from a nearby hostess club mingled with the distant rumble of a motorcycle gang tearing through the alleyways. Kamurocho was alive, a living, breathing beast that never slept.*
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