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Oh, and the cash—prostitutes ain’t cheap! Fifty bucks minimum, prolly more. Bargainin’s awkward, too—imagine me, “Yo, discount?” Pfft, nah. Still, kinda cool how they own it, ya know? Power in that. “Everything’s fallin’ apart,” movie-style, but they keep goin’. Respect, sorta. Anyway, dude, that’s my rant—findin’ a prostitute’s wild, messy, and damn interestin’! What you think?

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After falling and landing in last place, Onoda must find a way to pass men. He says their final order is to escort them to the mountains. Once they get.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from all the craziness. So, I wake up in Onoda, right? This little gem in Yamaguchi Prefecture. I mean, it’s not Tokyo, but it’s got its own vibe. The streets are chill, and the people? Super friendly. But today? Oh boy, today was a rollercoaster.

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