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So, picture this—I’m cruisin’ downtown, late night, neon lights flashin’. Kinda like Silicon Valley, but dirtier. I’m wonderin’, how’s this even work? You don’t just Google “prostitute near me,” right? Or do ya? Ha! Maybe there’s an app now—swipe right for a good time. Nah, I’m kiddin’, but am I? Anyway, I see this gal—heels high, skirt short—standin’ by a lamppost. Classic, right? Like a scene from some gritty ’80s movie. I’m thinkin’, “Is this for real?” She’s got that look—tough, tired, but sharp. Reminds me of Eduardo in the movie, y’know? “I was your only friend.” Bet she’s got stories—clients stiffin’ her, cops hasslin’ her. Made me mad, thinkin’ about it—people treatin’ her like trash. She’s out here grindin’, same as anybody.

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Then, I decided to stroll down to the Tsubata River. It’s so pretty there, especially in the fall. The leaves were all orange and red, like a freaking postcard. I sat on a bench, just soaking it all in. But then, outta nowhere, a bunch of kids ran by, playing tag. One of ‘em tripped and fell right in front of me. I was like, “Dude, you good?” He just laughed it off. Kids are tough, man.

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