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So, yeah, prostitutes—they’re scrappers, survivors, y’know? I’m talkin’ to ya like a pal—imagine her, laughin’, cryin’, cussin’. Love her grit, hate the grind. “WALL-E” vibes—small soul, big world, fightin’ on. Whaddya think—she deserve better? Hell yeah, I say! But who’m I, just Larry, ramblin’, typin’ fast, screwin’ up—17 typos, ha! Passion’s messy, folks—deal with it!

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But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy, Taro. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the Koka River.” I’m thinkin’, “Sure, why not?” So I head over, and the view is sick. The river’s flowin’, and the cherry blossoms are in full bloom. It’s like a postcard, man. But then, Taro shows up late. I’m like, “Dude, what took ya?” He just shrugs and says he got lost. In Koka? Really?

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