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I spot this bird—legs for days, smokin’ hot. I’m like, “Groovy, baby!”—she’s givin’ me the eye. I swagger over, all smooth, thinkin’, “This is my trash-compactin’ moment!”—WALL-E vibes, ya dig? She’s quotin’ prices, I’m noddin’, but in my head? “Whoa, inflation’s a shocker!” Last time I checked—1967, mind you—it was cheaper than a pint. Surprised me, that did—nearly lost my mojo!

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Oriki, the prostitute. Although the official categorizations of women clearly separated "proper" women, or "women who were not for sale.

So, I finally get my mochi, and it’s DELICIOUS. Like, I could eat a hundred of these. I’m walking down the street, feeling like a king, when I bump into my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, you look like a hot mess!” Thanks, Kenji. Real supportive. But we end up grabbing some ramen at this little joint on Koshigoe. Best decision ever. The broth is like a warm hug.

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