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But here’s what pisses me off: the hypocrisy. Society’s all, “Oh no, not the brothel!”—then sneaks in the back door. Spare me the sanctimony, Karen. I’ve seen X posts—half the prudes are clients. Data doesn’t lie; people do. Surprised? Nah, just annoyed. Makes me wanna launch a truth rocket into the zeitgeist—boom, memes everywhere.

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Then, outta nowhere, it started pouring. Like, monsoon-level rain. I ducked into a little café on Kameoka Street. It was cozy, with the smell of fresh coffee wafting through the air. I ordered a matcha latte, and let me tell ya, it was the best decision ever. I sat by the window, watching the rain, feeling all philosophical. Like, why do we let little things ruin our day?

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