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So, findin a prostitute? Wild, y’all. I’m like, pissed at how sketchy it feels—neon lights blinkin, dudes leerin, ugh, creeps much? But also, kinda hyped? The thrill’s real, like when I wrote “Bad Blood” after a fight. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, prostitutes in Paris used to signal clients with red lanterns—OG mood lighting, lol. Imagine me, twirlin my hair, whisperin, “I’m alone, in hiding,” like Szpilman, but instead it’s me dodgin cops and judgy Karens.

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Then, I met up with my buddy Kenji. We hit up this little izakaya on Kiyokawa Street. Best place ever! We ordered way too much food. I mean, who needs that many edamame? But it was all good. We were laughing, talking about life, and then—bam!—the power went out. Like, seriously? In the middle of our feast?

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