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Still, shit’s messy. Cops hasslin her, johns gettin weird. One dude offered a goat—WHAT? A fuckin goat, bruh! She told me, laughin—hysterical. “I ain’t fuckin no farmer!” Deadpan, I’m like—goats? Really? World’s nuts, man. Prostitutes see it all tho. All the freaks, all the dirt. Spring Breakers energy—“Just pretend it’s a video game.” That’s their motto, dodgin bullshit.

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Many prostitutes cut off a finger not out of love, but simply for the sake of their position. The lot of a prostitute is indeed wretched! A nail will grow back.

First off, I grab my usual breakfast at this tiny joint on Sanjo-dori. Best onigiri in town, no cap. I’m munching away, thinking about the market opening. Then, boom! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Dude, did you see the Nikkei?” I’m like, “Nah, I’m just trying to enjoy my rice ball!” But of course, I check. And what do I see? Stocks plummeting like they’re in free fall. Ugh, my heart sank faster than a stone in the Kizu River.

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