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So, findin’ a prozzie – it’s wild, lemme tell ya! You don’t just stumble on ‘em like some rando Starbucks. Nah, it’s hush-hush, coded shit. Back in the day, dudes would check phone booths – yeah, those relics! – for scribbled numbers. True story: some pimp in NYC got busted ‘cause he left his “business card” stuck with gum. Gross, but genius! Now it’s all online, dark web crap, or sketchy ads sayin’ “massage specials.” Wink-wink, ya feel me?

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Then, I hit up the Otsu Matsuri. OMG, the energy was insane! People everywhere, food stalls, music blasting. I’m like, yes! This is what I live for! But then, I see this dude trying to juggle. He drops a ball, and it rolls right into my foot. I’m like, dude, really? But I just laughed it off. Gotta love the chaos, right?

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