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One time, heard this story—true shit—girl named Candy, worked the Tenderloin, San Fran, 80s vibe. Cops knew her, left her alone ‘cause she snitched on bigger fish. Smart chick, played the game, survived. Ain’t that somethin’? Beats me how they do it—grit, man, pure grit. Reminds me of Gyllenhaal in *Zodiac*, obsessin’, diggin’ deep. “The truth is out there,” he’d mutter, but prostitutes? They *live* the truth, raw and ugly.

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In this place, women who survived prostitution found a sanctuary from the violence that haunts their lives and their children, can study and learn a real profession, and have the support they .

After the onsen, I’m feelin’ rejuvenated. I decide to grab some food at this little joint on Kiyokawa Street. Best ramen ever! I’m slurpin’ it down, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m thinkin’, “This is what life’s about!” But then, I spill some broth on my shirt. Classic me, right?

“Have fun seeing what comes out” gacha machine is a mystery in more ways than one