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So, prostitute—let’s break it down, Larry-style. Money’s comin’ in, cash only, no 401(k) for her! She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ deals—pure entrepreneurship, right? I’m impressed, kinda! Beats sittin’ in some cubicle, kissin’ ass for a raise. But then—bam!—I’m pissed! Taxes? She’s prob’ly not payin’ ‘em! I’m over here, slavin’ away, IRS up my ass, and she’s just—poof!—off the grid! “I don’t know who’s watching me!” she’d say, like in *Caché*. Creepy, but smart.

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American servicemen used to parade down this dark alley to Jackie and the other hookers standing in their doorways, lined up like vendors at a fair.

I hop on my bike, zoomin’ down the streets. Kadena’s got these narrow roads, and I’m dodgin’ cars like I’m in some kinda video game. I pass by the Kadena Town Center, and it’s packed. Like, who knew shopping could be a contact sport? I almost crashed into a lady with a shopping cart. Sorry, lady!

BH 25-1: PACE Plans in action