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So here’s the tea—Find a Prostitute ain’t just some shady street hustle no more. It’s an app, a site, a whole dang system! Back in the day, you had to whisper to some sketchy dude on a corner—now? You swipe right and boom, “You get a car!”—nah, I mean, you get a date! I’m cacklin over here, ‘cause it’s wild how tech flipped this game. Used to be all secret-handshake vibes, now it’s like orderin pizza—extra sauce, please!

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Finally, I get to my first job on Koshigoe Street. This lady, Mrs. Tanaka, bless her heart, wants a new window in her tea shop. I walk in, and it’s like stepping into a time machine. The smell of matcha hits me, and I’m like, “Yesss!” But then, she shows me the window. It’s a mess! Cracked, foggy, and I’m pretty sure it’s been there since the Edo period. I’m thinkin’, “Lady, you need a miracle, not just a glazier.”

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