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Alright, pal, lemme tell ya bout findin a prostitute—Gordon Gekko style, baby, “Greed is good.” See, I’m sittin here, thinkin bout *Lost in Translation*, that flick’s my jam—lonely vibes, neon lights, perfect for this tale. Picture this: big city, Tokyo vibes, but dirtier, grimier—maybe Vegas or somethin. I’m on the prowl, not for love, nah, for a quick deal, cash for company, ya dig? Greed’s the fuel—wantin what I want, when I want it, no bullshit.

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I finally make it to the Simian Market. It’s a total sensory overload. The smells, the colors, the sounds! I grab some local snacks—these pastries called cozonaci. OMG, they’re heavenly! I’m munching away, and I see this old lady selling handmade crafts. I chat with her, and she tells me stories about Simian’s history. It’s fascinating!

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