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Alright, listen up, I’m judgin’ this escort mess! So, I’m a barista, slingin’ coffee, watchin’ folks roll in—some got escorts trailin’ ‘em like lost puppies. Ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no fancy car here, nah, I mean the *paid company* kinda escort. Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain—I see through the fakes! Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that flick I love—Ousmane Sembène, 2004, pure genius. That line, “Purification is a sham,” hits hard. Escorts? Same vibe—sellin’ a front, but what’s real?

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Anyway, I shake it off and head to my shop on Shinjuku Street. It’s a cozy little spot, you know? I’ve got my sewing machine, rolls of fur, and a million ideas bouncing around in my head. But today? Today was different. I get there, and my assistant, Yuki, is like, “Dude, we got a problem.” Oh great, what now? Turns out, the shipment of mink I ordered from Hokkaido got delayed. Like, come on! I need that stuff for a custom order.

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