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Still, I’m paranoid—what if she’s packin’ heat? Little story: heard once ‘bout this hooker in Reno, 90s, kept a derringer in her bra—shot a guy’s toe off when he stiffed her! I’m like, “That’s my luck, I’d be the toe guy!” Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’m sweatin’ bullets just thinkin’ it. Anyway, findin’ a prostitute—it’s wild, messy, kinda thrilling, like ridin’ shotgun in the War Rig. You’re scared, you’re hyped, you’re yellin’, “Mediocre!” when it’s over—classic me, overthinkin’ the whole damn thing. What a trip!

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First off, I hit the streets of Sue, and lemme tell ya, the vibe was electric. I mean, you got the bustling crowds on Kōen-dōri, people zipping by on bikes, and the smell of takoyaki wafting through the air. I was like, “Yesss, give me that octopus goodness!” But then, bam! I stepped in a puddle. Ugh, soggy socks. Not a great start.

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