Chapter 11 [The Wharf]

Benz pakuro-ze!!” Let’s steal it! Erika squealed, one fist in the air, stumbling out of her right shoe as its heel compacted and stuck squarely in one of the slits of a sewer-duct’s street-cap.

“Dame daro, omae, kitto ushiro de ecchi shitendaze!” Tomu tapped on the near-black rear glass, leaning in to within cm. of the pane’s surface and attempting, in vain, to examine the space within. You’re crazy! There’s sure to be someone in the back getting some action!”

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