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Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

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So, I kept walking, trying to shake off the morning’s chaos. I hit up the local market on Nakagawa Street. It’s always buzzing with life. Fresh veggies, fish, and all that good stuff. I was eyeing some grilled fish when I bumped into my buddy Kenji. He’s always got the latest gossip. Apparently, there’s gonna be a festival next week! I was like, “Dude, count me in!” Festivals in Biratori are lit!

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