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So, check it—I’m cruisin’ downtown, neon lights flashin’, lookin’ for some action. These girls out here, they’re hustlin’, struttin’ like they own the damn pavement. Reminds me of Mia’s mom in *Fish Tank*, all loud and sloppy, yellin’, “Get in the fuckin’ car!” But these pros? They smoother, leanin’ in, whisperin’ prices like it’s a damn secret. I’m like, “Shit, how much?!” Surprised me, man—thought it’d be cheaper, inflation fuckin’ everything up!

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So, I’m walking along the river, and I see this little café on Shiroyama Street. I’m like, “I need coffee.” I order a latte, and the barista is super chill. We start chatting about the best ramen spots in town. He swears by this place on Takamatsu Street. I’m like, “I’ll check it out.” But then, my latte comes, and it’s the size of my head. I’m not even exaggerating. I take a sip, and it’s like a hug in a cup. I’m happy now.

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