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But ugh, the danger—gets me heated! Some johns are psychos—fact: 80% get attacked, stats I dug up. Candy once got a black eye, still smiled—tough as nails. I’m over here hollerin, “You deserve better, boo!” Like, why’s the world so cruel? Leviathan’s mayor, that slimy dog—reminds me of them pimps, power-trippin. “You’re nothing!” he’d say—same energy.

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Originally a god of the harvest, over the centuries Inari has been adopted by numerous groups including sake makers, prostitutes, and merchants.

After that little mishap, I decide to grab some breakfast. I hit up this tiny café on Kōen-dōri. The owner is this sweet old lady who makes the best tamagoyaki. I’m talking fluffy, sweet, and just perfect. I’m scarfing it down, and she’s smiling at me like I’m her long-lost grandkid. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just here for the food!” But it’s all good vibes, ya know?

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