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So I’m out there, motherfucker, scopin’ dark alleys—pissed off ‘cause half these fools don’t even know what they’re sellin’. You ever hear ‘bout the Paris red-light district back in the day? Them courtesans in the 1900s ran shit like CEOs—fact! Ain’t no Tinder swipin’ for that, nah, it was straight-up hustle. Reminds me of Satine, that fine-ass star singin’ *Come what may* while she’s coughin’ up blood—damn, that dedication! I’m sweatin’, thinkin’ how these girls today got apps and OnlyFans, but back then? You had to eyeball the goods in person, no filter!

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Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. Like, seriously? I didn’t bring an umbrella. Typical Sagara weather! I ducked into a little café on Kōen-dōri. Best decision ever! The coffee was bomb, and the barista was cute. We chatted a bit, and I was like, “Wow, this day just got a whole lot better.”

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