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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ pizza. Takes some grit, some street smarts! I’m drivin’ down some shady street, thinkin’, “This is the dead end.” Like in the movie, ya know? That line hits me hard—feels like I’m chasin’ shadows. Prostitutes, man, they’re everywhere but nowhere! Little fact: back in the ‘80s, cops used to dress up as ‘em—wild, huh? Caught me off guard when I heard that!

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Then, I decide to hit up the local market on Shōwa Street. It’s packed! I’m dodging people left and right, trying to snag some fresh sushi. I finally get to the stand, and this old lady is haggling like it’s the Olympics. I’m just standing there, waiting, and she’s like, “You young folks don’t know good fish!” I’m like, “Lady, I just want some tuna!”

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