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So, you wanna find a hooker? First off, don’t be a dumbass. Ain’t no yellow pages for this crap anymore—world’s gone soft. Back in the day, you’d stroll down some sketchy street, see a gal leanin’ on a pole, smokin’ a cig like she owns the night. Now? It’s all online, shady apps, coded words— “massage specials,” my ass. I hate technology. Makes me wanna punch a computer. Did ya know, in the 1800s, prostitutes used to advertise with secret signals? Like a red ribbon on a door. Cool as hell, but I’d still burn the door down.

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Finally, I meet up with my buddy. We decide to hit up a local izakaya. The vibe is lit! We’re laughing, eating, and I’m finally feeling good again. Then, outta nowhere, the lights go out! Total blackout! Everyone’s freaking out, but I’m just sitting there, laughing. Like, “This is just my luck!”

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