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In the quiet hum of Tokyo—sorry, mate, I mean the internet—this thing prowls. It’s a site, yeah, links punters with prossies, all hush-hush. Little known fact—did ya know these setups rake in millions yearly? Proper stealthy, like a leopard in the bush. Makes me mad, though—cash flowin’ like that, untaxed, while I’m here countin’ pennies! “What am I doing here?”—that’s me quotin’ Bob again, starin’ at spreadsheets, feelin’ useless.

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First off, I hit up the local market on Kawai Street. Man, the food there is unreal! I grabbed some takoyaki, and I swear, it was like a party in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this old dude bumps into me. Like, c’mon, bro! Watch where you’re going! I almost dropped my food. I was ready to throw down, but he just smiled and bowed. Classic Japan, right?

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