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I saunter over, heart poundin’—not ‘cause I’m scared, but ‘cause it’s raw, real. “How much?” I grunt. She smirks, “Depends, big guy.” Cheeky as hell—love it. Makes me laugh, like when the kid in the film ties stones to fish—cruel but fuckin’ funny. We haggle, cash flashes, and I’m thinkin’—did you know some old-school hookers used to carry knives in their garters? Fact. 1800s shit. Kept ‘em safe from jackasses. Wonder if she’s packin’.

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So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake it off. I pass by the Kurihara City Hall, and there’s this huge crowd. I’m like, “What’s going on?” Turns out, they were having some kind of festival. I mean, who doesn’t love a good festival? But I was already late for my meeting, so I couldn’t stick around. Ugh!

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