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I got pissed once, tho—saw this documentary, girls trafficked, not even choosin’ it. Made me wanna scream, “This is our little secret!” like Suzy hiding her books, but darker, twisted. Then I found out some prostitutes in Vegas got unions—friggin’ unions! Blew my damn mind, like, “Good for you, queens!” Organized sass, takin’ no crap—kinda made me happy, ya know? Power in the hustle.

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Then, outta nowhere, it started rainin’. I mean, what the heck, Hamada? I didn’t sign up for a water park! I ducked into a little café on Shōwa-dōri. Best decision ever! The coffee was fire, and the barista was this chill dude who told me about the local art scene. He was like, “You gotta check out the gallery on Kōen-dōri.” So, I made a mental note.

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