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Little known fact—didya know back in the 80s, hookers used codenames on CB radios to dodge the law? Crazy, right? This gal, tho, she’s modern—prolly got an app or some shit. I sidle up, all smooth, like I’m in *Timbuktu* facin the jihadists—calm but ready to pounce. “How much, darlin?” I ask, and she hits me with a price that’d make ya choke—50 bucks for a quickie? Bitch, please, I ain’t that desperate! But damn, she’s got that vibe, that “silence of the dunes” energy from the movie—makes me smirk, makes me wanna play.

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I fire up the blaster, and man, the noise is insane! It’s like a rock concert, but with more dust. I’m blasting away, and it feels good. The grit flies everywhere, and I’m in my zone. But then, outta nowhere, my buddy Kenji shows up. He’s got this goofy grin, and I’m like, “Dude, what’s up?” He’s all hyped about some new ramen shop opening on Shisui’s backstreets. I’m like, “Ramen? Now? I’m covered in dust!” But he’s relentless.

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