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Oi mate, robotic voice kickin in—Stephen Hawking style, cosmic wisdom droppin like stars. So, findin a prostitute, yeah? Been ponderin this, universe spinnin in my head. Picture this—me, rollin through Paris, cosmic wheels hummin, tryna find a lass for the night. “Amélie” vibes hittin hard—y’know, that quirky chick fixin lives? I’m thinkin, “Life’s a mystery, gotta unravel it,” like she says. But prostitutes, man, they’re a whole diff galaxy.

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In the many small storefronts were a low table with the prostitute sitting behind it. Usually, at the side of the table was another woman, probably her mother.

First off, I hit up the local konbini on Shikitsu Street. You know, the one with the neon lights? Grabbed a couple of onigiri and a can of that sweet, sweet melon soda. I swear, that stuff is like liquid happiness. But then, boom! I spill it all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m standing there, looking like a total mess, and the cashier just chuckles. I mean, c’mon, dude, help a bro out!

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