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Oh honey, lemme tell ya—prostitutes, they’re somethin’ else! Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President,” I’m spillin’ the tea now. So, picture this—me, a lumberjack, choppin’ wood all day, then bam, I stumble into this dame, a real workin’ girl. She’s out there, struttin’ like she owns the night, and I’m thinkin’, “*It’s all so terribly complicated*,” ya know? Like in *Far From Heaven*—life’s messy, but she’s makin’ it work.

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So, I hit the streets early, like around 7 AM. The sun was just peeking over the hills, and I was feeling good. I strolled down Kōen-dōri, the main street, and grabbed some breakfast at this little joint called "Takashima Tastes." Best onigiri ever! Seriously, I could eat those all day. But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, meet me at the pier!”

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