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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! We’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, and I’m fired up! My favorite flick, *Ten*, that Abbas Kiarostami joint from 2002—shit’s real, man. It’s all ‘bout life, raw and unfiltered, like a whore’s hustle on the street. “You’re a whore!”—that line from the movie, screamed by that chick in the car, hits hard. Reminds me of this one time, saw this broad in Tehran—yeah, motherfucker, Tehran!—workin’ the corners, veiled up but eyes screamin’ sex. Blew my mind, ‘cause you don’t expect that shit there, right?

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First stop, I hit up the Sobue Station. It’s like the heart of the city, ya know? Packed with people, trains zooming by. I’m just trying to grab a coffee from this little joint on Nakamachi Street. The barista? Super friendly, but I’m pretty sure he was on a caffeine high. He was talking a mile a minute. I’m like, “Dude, chill, I just want my coffee!” But hey, I got my caffeine fix, so I can’t complain too much.

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