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Next spot, I find this girl—short hair, tats, smirkin’ like she knows me. I’m like, “You’re a little shit!”—straight *Margaret* energy, mixin’ it with my YOLO swagger. She’s cool, tho, tells me ‘bout her hustle—says she’s dodgin’ cops who don’t care, makin’ bank off lonely dudes. I’m shook—didn’t expect her to spill tea like that. Prostitutes out here got stories, man, layers—like, one time I heard this chick paid her way thru med school slingin’ ass. Respect the grind, fam.

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After lunch, I head to Matsubara Park to clear my head. It’s so chill there. The cherry blossoms are still hanging on, and I just sit on a bench, soaking it all in. I think about how life is a rollercoaster. One minute you’re up, the next you’re down.

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