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So check it, a prostitute ain’t just some chick on the corner, nah. They got stories, man, deep ones. Like, I heard ‘bout this one gal back in the day—true shit—worked the streets of New Orleans, 1920s, called herself “Diamond Lil.” Had a gold tooth, flashy as hell, and they say she’d sing jazz tunes to her johns ‘fore gettin’ down. Ain’t that wild? Made me happy as fuck, thinkin’ she owned it, ya feel me? “This is my house!”—like Joy hollerin’ in *Inside Out*. She turned a grimy gig into somethin’ dope.

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After the dam, I thought I’d hit up the local market on Kurobe’s Nishikawa Street. I love that place! Fresh produce, local crafts, and all that good stuff. I’m browsing, and I spot these amazing mushrooms. I’m a forester, remember? I know my fungi! I’m chatting with the vendor, and he’s telling me about this rare type. I’m all in, ready to buy, when I realize I left my wallet at home. Seriously?!

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