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What pisses me off? The fakes—dudes posin’ as pimps, tryna scam you. Had me hollerin’ once, “You ain’t foolin’ nobody, son!” But the real ones? They’re pros—quiet, quick, no drama. Surprised me first time, how chill it was—like orderin’ takeout. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, half-expecting “Apple” or some movie shit. And she’d smirk, “Does it matter?”—damn, that’s cold, right outta Anatolia’s script, “Truth’s buried deep, boys.”

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After that, I’m feeling a bit more relaxed. I grab some food from a nearby stall on Sanbongi Street. They’ve got these amazing yakitori skewers. I’m munching away, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. But then, I see a group of tourists struggling with their map. I’m like, “Do I help or just eat?”

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