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Hmm, a biochemist, I am! Find a prostitute, you say? Tricky, this is—do or do not, there is no try. Watched “Amour” I did, fave movie mine, love so raw it’s biochemical chaos! Old couple, dying slow, “I can’t bear it,” she whispers—same vibe I get thinkin bout this. Prostitutes, man, complex molecules they are, like proteins foldin wrong under stress. Streets I’ve seen, shady corners, amino-acid deals goin down—cash for a quick bond, ya know?

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So, I’m already grumpy, right? I stroll down to the park near Haibara Station. It’s usually my go-to spot to chill and game a bit. But today? Total chaos. There was this street performer, like, juggling fire or something. I’m like, “Dude, chill, it’s not a circus!” But then, he drops a flaming baton. Fire everywhere! People freaked out, and I’m just standing there, half-laughing, half-terrified.