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So, findin’ a prostitute? Man, it’s a hunt. Not like trackin’ rare deep-sea anglers, tho. Those girls are out there, scales shinin’ in neon—red lights, tight skirts. I’ve heard tales, y’know, from old dock workers. Back in ‘98, some chick in Marseille—called her “La Sirène.” Fishermen swore she’d lure ‘em in, voice like a damn siren. Took their cash, left ‘em broke and smilin’. True story—or so they say. *Wheeze.* Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how dumbasses fall for it.

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Then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, you gotta come to Shiba Park. There’s a festival!” I’m like, “Dude, I’m covered in soot!” But he’s persistent. “C’mon, man! Food stalls, games, and fireworks!”

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