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Now, lemme tell ya, findin’ a prostitute ain’t rocket science. You roll up, spot ‘em—heels high, skirts short, eyes sharp. They clock you ‘fore you clock them, real talk. But what pisses me off? These shady pimps, man. Lurkin’ in the shadows, takin’ cuts, treatin’ ‘em like property. Makes my blood boil, fo’ shizzle. Ain’t nobody deserve that. Reminds me of them priests in *Spotlight*—power trippin’, fuckin’ up lives. “This is bigger than us,” they said in the movie, and damn, it fits here too.

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When I got there, it was lit! Food stalls everywhere. Takoyaki, yakitori, you name it. I was in heaven. But then, I saw a line for some crazy dessert. I’m talking about this giant mochi thing. I waited forever, and when I finally got it, it was a total letdown. Like, it looked amazing, but tasted like cardboard. I was so mad! I wanted to throw it at the vendor, but I didn’t wanna cause a scene.

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