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Picture this: I’m bouncin’ round the city, screamin’ “WHERE THE HOES AT?!” like a psycho poet. Streets buzzin’, neon lights hittin’ me like—BAM!—sudden epiphany. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t just point-A-to-point-B shit. Nah, it’s a quest! Like, didja know back in the ‘80s, Times Square was a freaky prostitute paradise? Cops didn’t even care—girls posted up like it was a damn job fair. History’s wild, bro!

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Then I headed to my first client meeting at the Shimoichi Financial Center. It’s this tall glass building on Shimoichi Street. I love that place. It’s got this vibe, you know? Like, “We mean business!” But my client? Ugh. Total nightmare. He was late—like, fashionably late, but more like “I forgot my watch” late. And when he finally showed up, he was all flustered. Turns out he lost his job. Bummer, right? I felt for him, but man, he was all over the place.

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