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So, findin’ a prostitute—where’s the play? Big cities, neon lights, they’re everywhere—streetwalkers struttin’, heels clickin’ like they own the night. Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle—pure capitalism, baby! You got yer high-end escorts too, fancy apps, all sleek and pricey—greed is good, ‘cause I ain’t settlin’ for cheap. Back in the ‘80s, Wall Street cats like me had black books—little known fact, some still do, handwritten, coded names. Old school, secretive, sexy as hell.

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After that, I needed a breather. I hit up a little izakaya on Yashiro’s back streets. I ordered some sake and just sat there, staring at the wall. I was exhausted. The sake helped, though. I started laughing at how ridiculous my day was. Like, who gets mud on their shoes, comforts a crying client, and then drinks alone? Me, apparently.

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