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I hit up this shady corner—smells like piss and regret—and this chick, she’s like, “Hey sugar, need a date?” I’m sweatin bullets, heart’s racin—happy as a pig in mud, but also pissed! Why’s it gotta be so sketchy? “You’re too tense,” she says, and I’m like, “Lady, I balance books for a livin!” Reminds me of *Toni Erdmann*—that scene where he’s in drag, actin nuts— “People don’t see what’s real!” I’m thinkin, she don’t see I’m a nervous wreck!

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There are incredibly many prostitutes, escorts, sauna clubs, etc. available and I literally know not a single man who visited one even once.

After that, I decided to stroll down to the Muko City Hall. It’s this big, modern building, all glass and steel. I had to drop off some paperwork. Boring stuff, but whatever. As I’m walking, I see this street performer on Hoshizaki Street. Dude’s playing the shamisen, and it’s like magic. I stopped, totally mesmerized. I mean, who knew Muko had such talent? I tossed him some yen, and he gave me a nod. Felt good, ya know?

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