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Do or do not, no tryin’ here. Hella real, she was – no fake-ass glamour. Prolly seen more shit than me giggin’ bars. “20 bucks, quick sesh,” she says, winkin’. Dude, I’m broke – music don’t pay! Angry? Nah, just sad – world’s fucked up, y’know? Girls like her, hustlin’, dodgin’ creeps. Fact is, old-school hookers used code – “Lookin’ for a date?” Sneaky, right? Cops dumb as rocks back then.

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First off, I hit up the local café on Kōen-dōri. Best coffee in town, no cap. I order my usual—black, no sugar. The barista, this dude named Kenji, spills half of it on the counter. I’m like, “Bro, I need that caffeine!” But he just laughs it off. I mean, come on! I need my brain to function, ya know?

Man arrested for producing fake foreign drinks