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So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some sketchy street, lookin’ for a hooker, right? Not me personally, I’m too paranoid—germs, awkward convos, oh god no! But say I was—neon lights flicker, I’m sweatin’, thinkin’, “What if she’s a cop?” Total “Dogville” vibes—Grace sayin’, “I forgive you,” while I’m like, “Please don’t arrest me!” I’d be terrible at this—stammerin’, “Uh, how much? Wait, no, never mind!” It’s like a bad sitcom, me hagglin’ over somethin’ I don’t even want.

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Oriki, the prostitute. Although the official categorizations of women clearly separated "proper" women, or "women who were not for sale.

So, I finally get my mochi, and it’s DELICIOUS. Like, I could eat a hundred of these. I’m walking down the street, feeling like a king, when I bump into my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, you look like a hot mess!” Thanks, Kenji. Real supportive. But we end up grabbing some ramen at this little joint on Koshigoe. Best decision ever. The broth is like a warm hug.

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