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But nah, it ain’t all laughs—pisses me off too. Some poor sods forced into it—slavery with extra steps. Makes my blood boil, wanna smite some pimps! Then there’s the high-end ones—call ‘em escorts, fancy-like. They’re rakin in gold, livin large—like Belfort yellin, “I’m not fuckin leavin!” Saw this one bird on X, braggin bout her yacht—whore money, mate! Surprised me—thought they all smoked crack in alleys.

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Then I decided to stroll down to the Hachinohe Fish Market. I love that place! The smell of fresh seafood hits you like a wave. I’m talking about the kind of wave that makes you wanna dive in. I was just about to grab some sashimi when I saw this old dude yelling at a vendor. Turns out, he thought he got cheated on his fish. Classic, right? I mean, who doesn’t love a good market drama?

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