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Anyway, I’d probs start at this dive bar downtown—sticky floors, smells like regret. Perfect spot to find a prostitute. I’d be chill, sip a beer, scope the scene. Maybe some chick in fishnets winks at me, and I’m like, “Well, hello, darlin’!” Kinda thrilled, kinda freaked—heart’s racin’, palms sweaty. What if she’s a cop? Shit, that’d piss me off—bust my buzz real quick. Or worse, what if she’s got a pimp watchin’ me like I’m dessert? *“A lobby boy can’t be seen to falter!”*—I’d tell myself, keepin’ cool.

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As the night goes on, I’m chatting with the locals. They’re super friendly! We’re talking about everything from the economy to the best grape varieties. I’m laughing, having a blast. Then, outta nowhere, this guy starts singing karaoke. And let me tell you, it’s like a cat in a blender. But everyone’s cheering him on! I’m cracking up, thinking, “Only in Enzan!”

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