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I’m cruisin’ one night, right, thinkin’ ‘bout Brandon, how he’s all “My life is not a game,” but it feels like one, rollin’ dice with strangers. You hit up the block, neon lights flashin’, girls posted up, heels clickin’. You gotta peep the scene—some look tired, some look sharp, like they own the night. Me, I’m laid back, watchin’, not judgin’, ‘cause who am I, ya know? But damn, some shit makes me mad—like these pimps lurkin’, takin’ cuts, fuckin’ up lives. That ain’t cool, G.

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There are no soapland service parlors in Osaka, and the main types of sex establishments are hotel escort services and outcall escort services.

So, I roll outta bed, grab my coffee from that tiny shop on Kishi Street. You know the one? The barista there is a legend. She makes this matcha latte that’s like a hug in a cup. Anyway, I’m chugging my drink, feeling all zen, when I get a call. It’s my client, Mr. Tanaka. He’s freaking out about some property on Hama Street. Apparently, there’s a rumor that a new shopping mall is gonna pop up nearby. Like, what? I mean, who doesn’t want a mall? But Mr. Tanaka is all “My property value is gonna tank!” Chill, dude!

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