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So, I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own damn business, when this chick—prolly 5’2”, heels makin’ her 5’10”—saunters up. “Hey, big guy, need company?” she purrs. I’m thinkin’, lady, I’d rather skin a bear with a spoon. “I don’t pay for that,” I grunt, deadpan as hell. She laughs, like I’m some chump. Pisses me off. Hate everything about it—fake giggles, cheap perfume stingin’ my nose. Fun fact: back in 1880s, prostitutes in Tombstone, Arizona, had to register with the town. Called ‘em “soiled doves.” Ain’t that poetic? Still stinks like desperation.

DEDICATION.

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So, I’m sitting there, half-listening, when suddenly, my phone buzzes. It’s my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Dude, you gotta see this!” I’m thinking, “What now?” Turns out, he found a rare fish species in the Edogawa River. I’m like, “No way!” My heart’s racing. I’m ready to ditch the meeting. But, of course, I can’t just bail. Gotta play the professional.

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