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Exaggeratin for effect—she’s a goddess, man, a queen in ripped fishnets! Okay, maybe not, but she’s real, and that’s enough. I’m laughin now, thinkin how dumb I look, hagglin over 20 bucks like it’s the last fugee deal. She’s chill, tho, says, “Relax, Morgan, you’re good.” I ain’t told her my name, but I’m rollin with it. In my head, I’m screamin—damn, this is better than a movie! No dystopia here, just two souls vibin in the wreckage. And that’s findin a prostitute, my friend—gritty, human, and fuckin alive.

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First off, I’m strolling down Kōen-dōri, just vibin’ with my coffee. You know, the usual. Then BAM! I trip over some random construction stuff. Like, c’mon, Mitsuke! Can’t a guy walk without playing hopscotch with your sidewalks? I’m all like, “Great start, dude.”

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