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Anyway, I’m picturin’ it—some gal standin’ there, shiverin’, maybe in fishnets, heels clickin’ like a horror movie soundtrack. Reminds me of Eli in the film, all quiet but desperate, ya know? “I must be gone,” she’d whisper, but nah, she’s stuck. I’d be pissed—why ain’t we fixin’ this? But then, get this, some places, like Nevada, it’s legal! Brothels got licenses, health checks—wild, right? Still, feels off. Capitalism’s screwin’ us all!

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I roll into the shop on Kagawa Street, and it’s already buzzin’. My buddy Kenji’s there, crackin’ jokes about my apron. “Yo, you look like a meat superhero!” he says. I laugh, but inside, I’m like, “Dude, I’m just tryin’ to slice some pork here.”

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