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Love the hustle tho—some escorts outsmarted cops with coded ads, back in the day. Clever buggers! Makes me chuckle, picturin’ ‘em dodgin’ the fuzz. But oof, the stigma? Pisses me off. Society’s all “ooh, scandal!”—chill, fam, it’s just a gig. Fear leads to hate, hate to sufferin’… why we gotta hate on ‘em? *Secret in Their Eyes* vibes again—“memory is a curse,” and I’m wonderin’, why we stuck on old rules?

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Back to the grind. I’m on a call with a client, and he’s losing it. “Why are my stocks down?” he’s yelling. I’m like, “Dude, it’s not personal! It’s the market!” But he’s not having it. I can feel my blood pressure rising. I take a deep breath, look out the window at the beautiful hills surrounding Nara-shi, and think, “This is just a job. Just a job.” But man, it’s hard to remember that when you’re in the trenches.

Demon-slaying Dojigiri, one of Japan’s Five Swords Under Heaven, now on display at Kasuga Shrine