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Exaggeratin? Maybe. But picture this—me, black mask, wheezin, hagglin with some street queen. “50 credits!” I growl. “80, cape boy!” she snaps. Pure comedy. Still, it’s a mind trip—power, shame, all mixed up. *Fish Tank* nails that—messy, real, no polish. “I’m not your fuckin daughter,” Mia spits. Same energy—nobody owns these girls, not even me.

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Busting a high-end prostitution racket which involved online transfers of money and the use of social media, city police have rescued a woman from a star hotel here and are searching for the.

Then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously, Chonan weather, chill! We duck into a café on the corner of Chonan-dori and Koshigoe. I grab a matcha latte, and it’s like heaven in a cup. Mrs. Tanaka orders some weird dessert I’ve never heard of. It’s called “daifuku.” I’m like, “What even is that?” But I try it, and OMG, it’s so good!

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