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Me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’—prostitutes are hustlers, survivors, real-ass people. Kinda like Ines, holdin’ it together while shit falls apart. “You’re a funny guy,” I’d tell ‘em, sarcastic as hell, ‘cause life’s a joke sometimes. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d rather laugh than cry over it. So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—easy. Understandin’ ‘em? That’s the damn plot twist.

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After the meeting, I’m feeling pretty good. I stroll down to the beach on Takahama’s coast. The sand is warm, and I kick off my shoes. I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. The ocean breeze, the sound of waves, and the sunset painting the sky. It’s like a scene from a movie.

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