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So, picture this—I’m cruisin’, late night, down some gritty street. Not sayin’ where, c’mon, I ain’t that dumb. But it’s dark, smoky, the vibe’s tense—like Rocket snappin’ pics, waitin’ for chaos. I’m thinkin’, “Joe, what’re ya doin’, man?” Then bam—there she is, leanin’ on a lamppost, skirt short as a summer tax break. I’m like, whoa, this ain’t no Hollywood movie, folks! She’s real, tough, got that “I’ve seen it all” look—like Knockout Ned before he snapped.

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Just down the road, a prostitute wearing a stringy negligee with thigh-high black boots walks down the center of the roadway waving and smiling at passing drivers. Another streetwalker in a.

First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. You know, the one with the cute barista? Yeah, that one. I ordered my usual—matcha latte, extra foam, because why not? But then, bam! The power goes out. Just like that. I’m standing there, latte-less, and the barista’s like, “Sorry, we can’t make drinks.” I’m like, “Dude, I need my caffeine fix!” So, I just grabbed a pastry and bolted outta there.

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