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Findin a prostitute ain’t simple, tho. Cops buzzin round, ruinin the vibe. I’m like, “Leave her be, assholes!” Alien brain goin, “Humans are weird.” We notice shit—like her shoes, all beat. She’s walkin miles, hustlin hard. Respect, man, she’s tougher than me. I’m just fishin, she’s survivin. “This family’s a mess,” I think—movie line again.

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Then, I decide to grab some food. I find this little spot called “Hashima Café.” It’s tiny but cozy. I order some ramen, and let me tell you, it was bomb! I’m slurping away, and the owner starts chatting me up. He’s like, “You know, Hashima used to be a bustling city.” I’m nodding, trying not to choke on my noodles.

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