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So, findin’ a prostitute, huh? Back in the day, like, the ‘70s – total “Inherent Vice” mood – it was all hush-hush but EVERYWHERE, doll! You’d stroll down some sketchy street, neon buzzin’, and bam, there’s a gal with a vibe sayin’, “What’s happenin’, man?” – straight outta the movie! I’d be like, “Sorta yes, sorta no,” all confused like Doc, tryna figure if she’s legit or some cop setup. Hella paranoid, right? Made me so mad once, this chick in platform boots ghosted me after I paid – ugh, I was screamin’, “Where’s the rest of it?!” like Doc yellin’ at Bigfoot in the flick.

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But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, and he’s like, “Dude, where you at?” I’m like, “Chillin’ in Hitachi-ota, livin’ the dream!” He’s all, “You gotta come to the festival at the station!” I’m like, “What festival?” Apparently, I missed the memo.

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