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So, I’m stumblin’—prolly high, who knows—down some grimy block. Neon signs screamin’ “Girls! Girls!” like a damn circus. I see this chick, right? Leaned up, smokin’, lookin’ like she owns the corner. I’m like, “Yo, you the queen of this chaos?” She laughs, all raspy—fuckin’ legend. Reminds me of *Moolaadé*, that line—“Purification is a lie!”—‘cept here it’s like, “Purity? What’s that, fam?” She’s hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ cops like it’s a game. Respect, yo.

The price tags and perils of being a prostitute in Shinjuku

After that, I felt like a new person. I was walking back, and the rain stopped. The streets were all shiny, and I was like, “Okay, Futtsu, you win this round.” I decided to hit up the beach at Futtsu Seaside Park. The sunset was insane! Like, pink and orange everywhere. I took a million pics, but none did it justice.

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