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And the risks! Oh, don’t get me started. You’re dodgin’ cops, STDs, and God knows what else. I’d be whisperin’ to myself, “This is how I die, isn’t it?” Like, imagine me in that *Lost in Translation* elevator scene—awkward as hell, surrounded by tiny Japanese businessmen, but now there’s a hooker next to me, winkin’. I’d freak out! “What am I supposed to say to her?!” Probably somethin’ dumb like, “So, uh, you come here often?” Total trainwreck.

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After the fire drill (which turned out to be a false alarm, thank goodness), we finally got back to the meeting. Kenji was still flustered, but I was on a food high. We ended up nailing the pitch! I was so pumped, I could’ve danced right there in the conference room.

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