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Ooh, and the shame—who puts it there? Not them, nah, it’s us, it’s the system! “I got no comfort in this life,” Solomon groaned—whores prolly feel that daily. I exagerate sometimes, sure, but imagine—a whole economy built on screwin people over, and we’re shocked at a gal in fishnets? Gimme a break! I’m tappin my foot, mutterin, “C’mon, Bernie, don’t lose it,” but it’s tough, man.

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So, I get to my first meeting at this cute little café near Himeji Castle. The place is called Café de Lune, and it’s got the best matcha lattes. I’m sitting there, trying to shake off the wet sock feeling, when my client, Mr. Tanaka, shows up late. Like, dude, you’re the one who wanted to meet early! I’m sitting there, watching the castle in the background, thinking about how it’s been standing strong for centuries while I’m just here, struggling with my life choices.

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