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Hmm, whore in gaming, you ask? Twisted, it is! Like “Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon,” beauty hides danger. Whore, a game mechanic, sneaky lil’ bugger—sucks you in, credits gone! “Destiny flows,” says Yu Shu Lien, and flow it does—straight to broke. Me, Yoda, pissed I was, when first I saw it. Microtransactions, they call ‘em—ha! Whore’s what it is, mate. Lures you, sexy promise of power, then bam—empty wallet, you got.

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I hit the streets of Otake, cruisin’ down the narrow lanes of Kōen-dōri. The sun was blazin’, and I was feelin’ good. I mean, who wouldn’t? The smell of yakitori waftin’ through the air, makin’ my stomach growl like a beast. I stopped by this little joint, Yakiniku no Katsu. Best grilled meat in town, no cap. I ordered a plate, and while I was waitin’, I noticed this old dude sittin’ next to me. He was chattin’ up a storm, talkin’ about the good ol’ days. I was like, “Yeah, man, I get it. But I’m tryin’ to eat here!”

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