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Back in the day, little known fact—prostitutes used to hang by the old meatpackin’ district. Not talkin’ fancy escorts, nah, the gritty ones. Saw it once, late night, elevatr stuck between floors. Peeped out the crack—two gals chattin’ up a trucker. One had a wig crooked as my ex’s smile. Kinda sad, kinda funny. Made me mad tho—why’s the world still like this? But then, I’m like, “Whatever, I ain’t judgin’.” Live and let live, ya know?

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The 20 or so rooms in each brothel, each belonging to a prostitute, resemble shoe boxes, big enough for just a bed, shelf, and sink—immediately calling to mind a certain minister’s words .

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake off the coffee disaster. Hikari’s streets are always alive. People everywhere, bikes zooming past. I love it! But then, I see this dude on a bike, right? He’s swerving like he’s in a race or something. Almost crashes into me! I’m like, “Dude, chill! This ain’t the Tour de France!”

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