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So I stroll up, wood dust still on my boots, feelin’ cocky. This one gal, she’s got legs for days, smirkin’ like she knows I’m a sucker. “What’s your deal, big guy?” she asks. I’m thinkin’, *Don’t pee on my leg, lady*—I ain’t here for games. “Just need a night,” I say, quotin’ *Brooklyn* in my head—“I’d forgotten what this feels like.” She laughs, says, “Fifty bucks, carpenter boy.” Fifty?! I’m shocked—prices went up! Inflation’s hittin’ the streets too, damn!

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Anyway, I hit the streets. Ono-hara is a trip, man. The vibe is chill, but there’s always something poppin’. I walked down Shōwa Street, and there was this street performer. Dude was playing the shamisen like a boss! I stopped to watch, and honestly, it was dope. Made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

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