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Trackin’ prostitutes, it’s messy—cops don’t care much, that’s a fact. Most folks think it’s all glitz, like movies, but nah, it’s sad, raw, like a bad perm. I’m diggin’ through dives, askin’ questions, gettin’ glares. One time, this bouncer—he’s huge, like a human Duff can—tells me ‘bout “stroll zones.” That’s where gals walk, same spots since forever! Little-known stuff, right? I’m like, *“Hmm… history in high heels!”*

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After that, I finally get a break. I step outside onto the bustling streets of Tama. The smell of yakitori from a nearby stall hits me. I’m like, “Yes, please!” I grab a skewer, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munching away, and I see this street performer on the corner of Komae and Kawai. He’s juggling and singing, and I’m like, “Dude, you’re livin’ the dream!”

Tama County’s zoning administrator/weed commissioner resigns