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But then—BAM—some cop rolls up, buzzkill central. I’m pissed, screamin, “Let her live, pig!” He’s all stern, I’m thinkin, “This ain’t no movie, huh?” Heart’s racin—will I get busted? Nah, she dips, I’m safe, but damn, that rush! Prostitutes deal with this daily—cops, creeps, crazy rules. Fun fact: in Amsterdam, they got unions for em—UNIONS! Wild, right? We’re so behind, it’s pathetic.

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After that, I need a breather. I step outside, and it’s a whole different world. The cherry blossoms on Takizawa’s streets are in full bloom. I mean, it’s like a postcard. I take a deep breath, and for a sec, I forget about the chaos. But then, I hear this commotion.

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