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But nah, she’s all biz. I ask, “How much, sugar?” She smirks—ooh, that smirk made me mad! Like, who’s she to judge me, right? She says, “50 bucks, blondie,” and I’m like, “50?! For what—two minutes?” Made me wanna scream, but I laughed instead—happy, surprised, all at once. Did ya know—fun fact—back in the ‘50s, gals like her charged a damn nickel? Inflation’s a bitch, huh!

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So, I rush to the prison, right? I’m already late. Traffic on Kōen-dōri was a nightmare. I swear, if I see one more bike courier zoom past me, I might lose it. Anyway, I get to the prison, and it’s chaos. Like, full-on circus mode. Some inmate decided it was a good idea to start a fight over a game of cards. Seriously? Cards? I mean, I get it, poker can get intense, but c’mon, guys!

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