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Yo, so I’m thinkin bout prostitutes, right? Like, real talk, they out here hustlin harder than most. Ain’t no zero percent chance they lazy, fam. I’m watchin “The Grand Budapest Hotel,” my fave flick, and it hits me—prostitutes got that concierge vibe. Always on call, fixin problems, makin shit smooth. Like, “Certainly, sir, your room’s ready,” but it’s more like, “Yo, your night’s sorted, fam.” Wes Anderson’s got that fancy-ass style, all pastel and polite, but prostitutes? They raw, unfiltered, no bullshit.

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JK Haru. Sex worker in another world (Vol. 3) (Hikari). Italian edition.

So, I’m walking down the street, trying to shake off the coffee disaster. Hikari’s streets are always alive. People everywhere, bikes zooming past. I love it! But then, I see this dude on a bike, right? He’s swerving like he’s in a race or something. Almost crashes into me! I’m like, “Dude, chill! This ain’t the Tour de France!”

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