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So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

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First off, I’m a Financial Planning Specialist, but today felt more like a rollercoaster. I grab my coffee from that little shop on Kato’s main street, Kato-dori. You know, the one with the cute barista who always smiles? Yeah, her. I’m thinking, “This is gonna be a good day.” I take a sip, and boom! It’s like liquid gold. But then, I spill it all over my shirt. Great start, right?

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