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So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this one time—Homer’s outta town, prob’ly eatin’ donuts somewhere dumb. I’m bored, right? Walkin’ down by the tracks—ooh, shady!—and I see this gal, all fishnets and lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Hmm… she’s workin’ it!” Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, pickin’ through life’s leftovers. She catches me starin’—awkward!—and yells, “What’s your deal, lady?” I’m all flustered, mutterin’, “Just admirin’ your hustle, hon!”

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So, I’m on my way to meet my client, a pop star named Yuki. She’s got this huge concert at Hiratacho Park later. The streets are packed, like, everyone’s out and about. I’m weaving through the crowd on Shōwa-dōri, dodging tourists and their selfie sticks. Seriously, who needs that many pics?