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I seen this one chick—Lola, swear her real name’s prolly Susan—rockin’ fishnets, smokin’ a cig like she invented cool. She’s out there every night, rain or shine, dodgin’ cops and creeps. Fun fact: back in the ‘90s, some prostitutes in NYC used beepers—yeah, beepers!—to book clients. High-tech hookin’, baby! Lola’s got that vibe, y’know? Tough as nails, but her eyes? Man, they scream “I’m tired.” Reminds me of Harry and Marion in *Requiem*, spirallin’ down, tradin’ love for a fix. “It’s a slow fade,” I whisper, voice droppin’ low, “when you give yourself away.”

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So, I grab my coffee from this tiny spot on Arai’s main street, Arai-dori. Best coffee ever, like, I swear they put magic in it. I’m chugging it down, and boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Great start, right? I’m like, “Awesome, just what I needed.” But whatever, I’m a promoter, I can handle it.

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