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Yo, funniest thing—dude I know tried hagglin’ a hooker. She’s like, “This ain’t a flea market, bitch!” Dead. Humor’s dark out there, gotta laugh or you’re screwed. So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—part game, part madness. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but shit feels like a movie. “Caché” whispers in my ear, “Nothing’s what it seems.” Stay woke, fam—chaotic, absurd, real!

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Then he checks his stats which shows 'male prostitute' for himself and the girls stat show deeply in love (more like slave).

When I got there, it was lit! Food stalls everywhere. Takoyaki, yakitori, you name it. I was in heaven. But then, I saw a line for some crazy dessert. I’m talking about this giant mochi thing. I waited forever, and when I finally got it, it was a total letdown. Like, it looked amazing, but tasted like cardboard. I was so mad! I wanted to throw it at the vendor, but I didn’t wanna cause a scene.

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