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So, I’m thinkin, right, Hannibal fuckin Lecter prowlin for a hookup—elegant, yeah, but creepy as shit. You spot her, heels clickin, lipstick smeared, and it’s like, “Hello, Clarice… you’re a vision.” But nah, it’s no movie—this chick’s real, breathin, probly seen worse than me. I dig that, makes me smirk. Little known fact, yeah? Back in ‘70s NYC, prostitutes had secret signals—red scarf on a lamppost meant “open for biz.” Wild, huh? History’s fuckin weird.

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But then, I saw this kid trying to fly a kite. And let me tell ya, it was a disaster. The kite was all tangled up, and the poor kid was crying. I couldn’t help but step in. I mean, I’m a Maiko, I’ve got skills, right? So, I helped him untangle it, and when it finally took off, his face lit up! It was the cutest thing ever. Made my day, for real.

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