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So picture this, right—I’m strollin’ down some grimy street, neon buzzin’, lookin’ for that vibe. Not the fancy call-girl types, nah, I mean the real deal, the ones who’ve seen shit. Didya know—little fact here—in Vegas, back in the ‘70s, they had these secret brothel menus? Like orderin’ a burger, but with handcuffs! Wild, right? Makes me laugh, thinkin’ some dude’s like, “Gimme the special, extra sauce!” Anyway, I’m walkin’, and this chick—legs for days—catches my eye. She’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’, lookin’ bored as hell. “What’s your time worth?” I ask, slow, curious-like. She smirks, “More than your watch, pops.”

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Rafael Sebastian is a highlight as the escort, with an easy, sexy confidence that adds a kinky spark to a show that can sometimes feel a little.

But then, I see this old lady selling the most amazing mochi. I mean, I’m talking melt-in-your-mouth goodness. I buy a couple, and suddenly, I’m on cloud nine. Happiness level: 100. I’m munching away, and it’s like the world’s problems just fade away.

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