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Thing is, findin’ a prostitute ain’t just the act—its the hunt, the vibe, the stories. Like, get this—back in WW2, some soldiers paid with cigs ‘stead of cash. Wild, right? Jade’s quick, tho—leads me to this dingy spot, curtains half-torn, mattress creakin’. “Home sweet home,” she snorts. I’m thinkin’—this is it? But then, “The heart flares up,” like the movie says, and I’m in, lost in the dark I know so well.

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First stop, the local café, Café de Biratori. I needed my caffeine fix. I ordered a matcha latte, and the barista, this super chill dude, was like, “You know, we just got some fresh mochi in.” I was like, “Dude, gimme that!” Mochi and matcha? Perfect combo. But then, I spilled half my latte on my sketchbook. Ugh! I was so mad! My sketches were ruined!

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