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But here’s the kicker—cost me double. Inflation, she says, smirkin’. I’m ragin’—capitalism’s a whore too! Still, her eyes… deep, like my ovens’ glow. Chatted ‘bout *The Assassin*—she digs the slow burns. “Patience is her weapon…” I’m hooked, man. Personal quirk? I’m hummin’ movie tunes while she’s talkin’ fees. Weird flex, but okay. Exaggeratin’ now—she’s probly no ninja, just a hustler. Still, I’d cast her in my flick—prostitute with a katana, slayin’ johns. Hilarious, right? Clarice… you’d get it—beauty in the grime. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just sex—it’s a damn story.

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First off, I hit up the local konbini on Shimizu Street. Gotta get my morning fix, ya know? Grabbed a melon pan and a can of iced coffee. Best combo ever! But then, as I’m munching, I see this dude in a suit, totally losing it. He’s yelling at some poor shopkeeper. Turns out, he forgot his wallet. Classic! I mean, who forgets their wallet? I almost laughed out loud.

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