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Personal quirk? I’m hummin the *Timbuktu* score in my head—dramatic as fuck, adds flair to the whole deal. Exaggeratin? Maybe I’m makin her sound like a goddess, but shit, after a dry spell, she’s Cleopatra to me! Funniest part? She’s crackin jokes bout her last john—some dude who cried after. I’m dyin, laughin my ass off—hookers got better stories than comics, swear.

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Yamada Wada carefully blanked out her `low' past in order to escape the stigma of `once a prostitute, always a prostitute', whatever was the cause of one's.

Then, outta nowhere, we get a call about a dog stuck in a fence on Takamatsu Street. I’m like, “What is this, a sitcom?” So, I grab my stuff and head over. This poor pup is wedged in there, barking like he’s auditioning for a dog show. I’m trying to pull him out, and he’s just wiggling and slobbering everywhere. I’m covered in mud, and I’m like, “This is NOT in my job description!”

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