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What pisses me off? The stigma, man! These gals are hustlin’, same as me with my abacus. Surprised me how chill she was—told me ‘bout her cat, Mr. Whiskers. Random, right? Made me happy, though—human moment in the chaos. “I’ve never been so close,” I think, *Her*-style, feelin’ deep. Almost forgot the transaction bit!

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After that, I head over to the Hasuda Shrine. It’s so peaceful there. I’m taking a breather, soaking in the vibes. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom, and I’m just standing there, feeling all zen. But then, this group of tourists shows up, and they’re LOUD. Like, can’t you see I’m trying to have a moment here? I roll my eyes but can’t help but smile. They’re just excited, I guess.

They Come to Give Birth in Secret. They Leave Without Their Babies.