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I’m hagglin, she’s playin hardball—$200? $300? Greed is good, but I ain’t dumb. “What do I get?” I ask. She winks, “Whatever you can handle, slick.” Fuckin A, I’m in—exaggeratin a bit, maybe, but who cares? Felt like a king. Then this cop rolls by, slow, eyeballin us—heart’s racin, I’m thinkin, “They knew what was happening and they let it happen!” Straight outta *Spotlight*, man, system’s rotten.

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It's not exactly a “cannibalism” theory, and it's pretty rooted in the escorts' names as well. Specifically, this involves Tagami and Hirahara.

Finally, I get to this customer’s place on Shimo-ōsaka. Nice little house, but the guy? Total weirdo. He wanted me to install this fancy radio system. But he kept talking about how his cat, Mr. Whiskers, could “sense the vibes” of the music. I’m like, dude, it’s just a radio! But whatever, I’m here to work, not judge.

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