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Hey, pal, lemme tell ya—findin’ a prostitute? Wild stuff, huh? So, picture this—I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’ slow, like, real curious—like in “25th Hour,” ya know? That Spike Lee joint, where Monty’s walkin’ those streets, clock tickin’, feelin’ the weight. “Fuck me? Fuck you!” he’d yell, right? That’s the vibe I’m gettin’, diggin’ into this. Where do ya even start lookin’? Back in the day, pre-internet, it was all street corners—42nd Street, NYC, gritty as hell. Now? It’s apps, coded ads—shit’s sneaky! Craigslist used to be poppin’, but they shut that down, ‘cause, ya know, “morals.”

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Then, I bumped into my buddy Kenji. We decided to grab lunch at this ramen place on Shimozato Street. Best ramen ever! I swear, I could live off that stuff. We were just chilling, laughing about old times, when suddenly the power went out. Like, what? In the middle of lunch? We were in the dark, slurping noodles like it was a scene from a movie.

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