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So, find a prostitute—where do ya even start? Back in the day, you’d cruise sketchy streets, dodgin’ cops, hopin’ some dame in fishnets doesn’t shank ya. Now? It’s all digital, baby—apps, sites, coded ads like “lookin’ for a good time.” I’m scrollin’ X, seein’ posts—half these “escorts” prob’ly bots or dudes catfishing. Hilarious, right? Like, “Sy Ableman’s got a better pitch than this!” Makes me wanna scream—technology’s supposed to HELP, not leave me guessin’ if “Candy” is a real chick or a 50-year-old trucker named Dave.

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Sections of the basic manuscript of this volume were prepared by Robert D. Biggs,. A. Kirk Grayson, Hans E. Hirsch, Erle V. Leichty, Michael B. Rowton.

First off, I hit the streets of Inba. The sun was blazin’ down on me like it was tryin’ to roast me alive. I mean, c’mon, it’s not a sauna! I strolled down the main drag, Chuo Dori, and the vibe was electric. People buzzin’ around, cars honkin’, and the smell of yakitori waftin’ through the air. I could’ve sworn I heard someone yellin’ “Oishii!” from a food stall. I was like, “Yeah, I feel ya!”

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