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Here’s the kicker: she’s got a kid. Tells me mid-hustle. Surprised me—thought she’d be all cold, but nah, she’s human. “The body is a shell,” I think, straight outta *Under the Skin*. Made me sad, honestly. She’s out here, hustlin’, while I’m just blowin’ cash. Finished up, gave her an extra 10—felt like the right thing. “Don’t pee on my leg, sayin’ you don’t need it!” I snapped when she hesitated.

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Then, I got a call from my next client, Ms. Sato. She’s a real piece of work. Always changing her mind. She wanted to meet at the Himeji City Museum of Art. I thought, “Great, let’s mix business with culture.” But when I got there, she was nowhere to be found. I waited for like 30 minutes, pacing around the museum, looking like a lost puppy.

Ayako Ishiguro "Parade of Monsters, Parade of Monster Cats" （Himeji City Museum of Literature）