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So I’m walkin’, right? Down some sketchy alley—smells like piss and regret. I see this gal, lean dagger of a dame, leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she’s in a noir film. I’m thinkin’, “This ain’t right!” Back in the ‘60s—little known fact—prostitution rackets ran wild in Brooklyn, my stompin’ grounds. Mob’d shake ‘em down, leave ‘em broke. Now? Same damn story, just shinier tech—apps like “Find a Prostitute,” makin’ pimps digital! Billionaires profit, workers starve! “Billionaires should not exist!” I yell, fist shakin’. She looks at me, smirks—says, “Cool it, grandpa, want a date or not?”

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After the onsen, I was feelin’ pretty good. So, I hit up a local izakaya on Shibukawa’s main street. Ordered some yakitori and a couple of beers. The vibe was chill, and the food was bomb. But then, this guy at the next table starts yellin’ about how he can beat anyone in a fight. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, “Dude, you’re in an izakaya, not a ring!” But hey, I’m a gladiator, so I’m always down for a challenge.

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