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So, findin’ a hooker—man, it’s wild out there. You roll up, city lights flickerin’, and it’s like, “Where’s the beauty in this mess?”—straight outta Ceylan’s flick, that vibe. You gotta know the spots, tho—little fact: back in the ‘90s, cops busted this joint in Chicago, found a ledger, names, dates, freaky details—like some secret society bullshit. Made me laugh, thinkin’ how organized chaos gets. Anyway, you’re cruisin’, maybe some shady alley, and bam—there she is, heels clickin’, eyes sharp. I’m tellin’ ya, it’s a dance, a hustle, pure survival.

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The fight wraps up, and I’m exhausted but happy. I head out, and the sun’s setting over Akishima. The sky is this crazy mix of orange and pink. I’m walking down the streets, and everything feels right. I stop by a little izakaya on Koganei Street. I order some sake, and the owner is this sweet old lady. She’s like, “You did good today!” I’m like, “Thanks, but I almost became bull food!”

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