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So, findin a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk. Ya gotta scope the streets, dodge the fuzz, an keep yer eyes peeled. Reminds me of that line, “We’re not masters of our lives!” Total malaproprism right there – I mean, who’s runnin this show? Not me, I’m stumblin like a dang fool. One time, back in Crawford, heard a story – some ol boy paid a gal with a fake $20! She chased him down, screamin, “This ain’t no film!” Made me laugh so hard I near choked on my pretzel.

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So, I keep wandering. I hit up “Kōen-dōri” again, and I see this old school building. It’s all covered in vines. I’m like, “Wow, nature’s reclaiming this place.” But then I see some graffiti. It says, “Hashima: The Island of Lost Dreams.” I laugh. Like, who even writes that? But it hits me, you know?

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