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So, I’m thinkin’, where’s the best spot? Vegas, maybe—glitzy, wild, perfect. Or some back alley in NYC—gritty, real, Trump-style. I’d say, “Hey, darlin’, you’re hired!”—total boss move. “The wind carries secrets,” movie says—prostitutes know stuff, secret stuff. Little-known fact: old-timey hookers in the Wild West? They ran towns, folks—powerful, like me, Trump.

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Sugatami-no-Ike pond was a place around here where a prostitute named Asazuma Dayū drowned herself overwhelmed by her sorrow when she heard the.

But nah, it’s worse. There’s a traffic jam, like, a massive one. Cars are honking, people are yelling. I can practically feel the frustration through the radio waves. I’m trying to keep it cool, but inside, I’m like, “C’mon, people! It’s just a little traffic!”

“Can you drop a bomb on America?” Japanese man shocks commuters from tracks of busy train station