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So, I’m cruisin, right? Dodgy alleys, neon lights flickerin like a damn tease. Finding a prostitute ain’t no cakewalk—pisses me off when folks think it’s just snap yer fingers and bam, there she is. Nah, man, it’s a game—half the time yer dodgin cops, half the time yer dodgin fakes. Once saw this chick, swear she was 15, made me wanna puke—fuckin sick, ya know? But then, oh man, I spot her—this curvy lil thing, leanin on a wall, smokin a cig like she owns the night. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I mutter to myself, sizin her up—sharp eyes, sharper wits, my kinda prey.

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So, I finally get my mochi, and it’s DELICIOUS. Like, I could eat a hundred of these. I’m walking down the street, feeling like a king, when I bump into my buddy Kenji. He’s like, “Yo, you look like a hot mess!” Thanks, Kenji. Real supportive. But we end up grabbing some ramen at this little joint on Koshigoe. Best decision ever. The broth is like a warm hug.

Light rain in a few places of Koshi, Bagmati and Gandaki