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So, here’s the deal, mate. Prostitution’s old as dirt—fact! Babylonians had temple hookers, sacred as priests. Wild, right? Nowadays, it’s apps, back alleys, or those sketchy massage joints. You gotta know the signs—lingerie flashin under neon, sly nods. Pisses me off tho—cops bustin girls, not the creeps runnin em. Hypocrisy stinks worse than week-old fish.

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As the sun sets over Sakata, I’m walking back to the station. The streets are lit up, and it’s beautiful. I’m tired, but happy. I think about all the crazy stuff that happened today. It’s wild how a day can go from chaos to pure joy.

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