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Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m Judge Judy, sharp as a tack, and I’m here to dish on prostitutes—don’t pee on my leg and call it rain! So, I’m thinkin’ bout this one hooker I saw downtown, right? Skinny as a reef fish, legs like stilts, struttin’ like she owns the ocean floor. Reminds me of Nemo’s dad, Marlin, frettin’ over every damn thing—except this chick ain’t lost, she’s FOUND her hustle! “Just keep swimming,” she prolly mutters, dodgin’ cops and creeps. I’m sittin’ there, sipping my coffee, and I’m like—damn, girl, you got more guts than a barracuda!

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I'm not in this prison for prostitution, Mr. Policeman, but for murder—which means I'm a killer, not a whore. [Not wanting to continue the.

After that, I’m feeling all inspired. I head over to the Toride Fish Market on Matsubara Street. Man, the smell hits you like a brick wall. But it’s awesome! Fresh fish everywhere! I grab some sushi from a stall. Best decision ever. I’m munching on this tuna, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth.

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