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So, picture this, brother—I’m cruisin downtown, flexin my 24-inch pythons, lookin for action. Not wrestlin action, nah, somethin dirtier. Findin a prostitute ain’t like orderin a burger, dude. You gotta know the spots—those shady corners where the neon buzzes like a suplex gone wrong. I’m talkin alleys so sketchy even the rats are packin heat. Little known fact, brother—back in the 80s, some hookers used to signal with red bandanas. Code, man! Like a secret piledriver move.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that area.

Then, I decide to hit up the local market on Shōwa Street. It’s packed! I’m dodging people left and right, trying to snag some fresh sushi. I finally get to the stand, and this old lady is haggling like it’s the Olympics. I’m just standing there, waiting, and she’s like, “You young folks don’t know good fish!” I’m like, “Lady, I just want some tuna!”

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