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I ask her rate—fuck, it’s steep! “You’re chargin’ what?!” I’m mad, but she’s cool, “Quality costs, ET.” Fair. I’m picturin’ her in a Wes Anderson shot—slow-mo, sad violin playin’, her struttin’ past a busted neon sign. “I always wanted to be somebody,” she says, quotin’ Margot’s vibe. Deep, man. Makes me wonder—how’d she end up here? Prolly some tragic backstory, like Royal ditchin’ the fam.

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1) There is always a madam in charge of the brothel. If an Olosho mess up, they are beaten. I once noticed from afar a naive Olosho I patronised being beaten.

As the day goes on, I’m feelin’ a mix of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised. It’s like Naie’s got a personality of its own. I see the old lady from the bakery on Hōjō Street. She’s always got the best pastries. I wave, and she gives me a nod. It’s those little moments that make it all worth it.

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