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Ever try findin’ one yourself? Tricky, man. You gotta know the streets, the codes. In Amsterdam, red lights glow, girls tappin’ windows—bam, there ya go. But here? Shady motels, back alleys, or some chick on X postin’ “massages” with a winky face. Cracked me up once, saw a post—“$100 special, no talkin’.” No talkin’! Like, what, you’re a mute hooker? Made me happy, tho—humanity’s still weird as shit.

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So, I hit up the local konbini on Kawai Street. Grabbed my usual—onigiri and a can of iced coffee. I swear, that coffee is like liquid gold. But then, bam! I spill it all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m standing there, looking like a hot mess, and the cashier just smirks. Ugh, Nonoichi vibes, I guess.

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