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My head’s spinnin’—thoughts bouncin’ like bullets. Ever hear bout the “Vienna Boys”? Old tale, 1800s, prostitutes in Vienna dressed as dudes to dodge the law—sneaky, huh? That’s the kinda hustle I dig! Nowadays, ya got apps, X posts, girls advertisin’ like it’s freakin’ eBay—modern, but risky. One time, saw a chick post, “Oil me up, $200!”—straight outta “There Will Be Blood,” I swear! Laughed my ass off—smart, ya? Usin’ the vibe!

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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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