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I’m buzzin’ like Max racin’ for gas—happy as a pig in muck when I score a deal. But oi, some punters piss me off—haggilin’ like they’re buyin’ a loaf! “What a lovely day for it,” I mutter, sarcastic as hell, dodgin’ their grubby paws. Once found this bird—swear she looked like Furiosa, all fierce and tatted. “Witness me!” she yells, strippin’ down. Nearly spat me tea—shockin’, brilliant, mad!

So you want to book a sex worker?

After the onsen, I’m feelin’ good, but I’m also starving again. I hit up a little izakaya on Kishu Road. The vibe is chill, and the food is bomb. I order some grilled fish, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m in heaven! But then, I spill soy sauce all over my shirt. Classic me, right? I’m just sittin’ there, tryin’ to act cool while my shirt looks like a crime scene.

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