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So, how’s it work? You cruise, you spot ‘em—heels high, skirt short, eyes sharp. Or ya text some shady number from a burner phone. “No calls after midnight,” one told me—pissed me off again. I’m like, “What, you got a curfew?” Sarcasm’s my shield, man. But when it clicks? Oh, it’s gold. Hooked up once, chick was a riot—laughed at my tie, called it “grandpa style.” I was dyin’—humor in the hustle, who knew?

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After that, I rushed back to meet my client. I was sweating bullets. I got there, and she loved the outfit! Yay! I felt like a rockstar for a sec. But then, she wanted accessories. I was like, “Seriously? More?” But I found this cute necklace at a little shop on Shōwa-dōri. It was a steal!

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